She didn't always cum, especially if she was going through one of her denial streaks, but something about the heat, the water, the nakedness, and the ...ouching made her compelled to touch herself every time she showered.Today was no different. She leaned against the shower wall, letting the high-pressure water blast against her chest, while she slowly worked her clit in a circle. She pushed a couple of fingers into her pussy with the other hand, and stood there, eyes closed, fucking herself. Sasur: Wahan soap karna reh gaya.Main: Kahan?Sasur: Mere pass aao main dikhata hun.Main dheere se unke pass chali.Sasur: Meri godi main baitho, main hi laga leta hun.Main sharma gayi aur kuch nahi bola.Sasur: Sharmao mat. Baitho.Yeh bolte-bolte woh mujhe apne taraf ghumaya. Ab mere nipples unke chest ko touch kar rahe the. Unhone apni ungli ko lekar mere nipples ko zor se press karne lage.Sasur: Nipples itna hard. Lagta hai tum apni sasur se turn on ho gayi ho, naughty.Unke lund dheere se meri. What she found as she walked in was her husband wearing her underwear and, fully made up to boot. She insisted that, if I wanted to remain married to her, I would agree to dress up for her, whenever and wherever she instructed me to. I was flabbergasted and truly lost for words. I didn't want to lose her but I knew she could be a vindictive cow, when she wanted. I agreed meekly to this arrangement, which is why I am here, about to enter a transvestite club on the Earls Court Road, fully. Again I kissed her then I push her in to my bed she said sir can you close all the window the light make me so scare pleas sir, and I did what she said then I went near her and started kissing her again I asked her to open her dress and she removed it saw was wearing black bra by that time even I removed my shirt, asked her to remove her bra the boobs are so fucking hot I felt like her boobs calling me to lick them, I started pressing her boobs she starting making sounds haaaaa haaaa haaaa.