One was the total fascination she found in the very concept of having Duke fuck her. The other was the searing throbbing in her cunt, a throbbing that...had to be satisfied, and soon. If not, she was sure she would go insane. Was it possible that Duke could satisfy that aching desire?Her mind reeled, her naked young curves trembling to the erotic stimulation the two tongues had fired in her drug-sensitized cuntal flesh. She turned her head around and could see everything. She stared questioningly. A short history of me and dressing up first.I have been crossdressing for as long as I can remember, from sneaking a pair of my sisters panties, to even sneaking into the gardens of my parents neighbours and pinching underwear from washing lines. In my late teens when I found girls (and sex) I purged any clothing that I had and managed to put the ’urge’ behind me. I settled down got married etc. etc. Unfortunately for me (or not?) my wife like to wear very sexy underwear, stockings and very. The darkness inside thwarted her efforts.Her hands began to tremble slightly, she felt like a kid with a surprise present. Finally there was no alternative but to fully open the container.What greeted her eyes was small golden cylinder; for an instant her mind was blank, what was it? Then, as all became clear, she inadvertently let out a small but not too quiet scream.Hubby Danny looked up from his newspaper, “More bling darling, why do you waste your money on that rubbish?”“Oh it's just girlie. Richard can?tdeal with it, and will definitely need your help once in a while.You?ve got to get back into his life, not me.?I sighed as I so often did. Dealing with your own troubles you couldforget about your responsibilities. ?Thank you, Dad. You?re right asusual.?He laughed. ?Never as right as your mother.??Yes. Give her my love.??I will, son. Ach! Daughter. Whatever.??I love you too, Dad.??See you soon, kid.?I entered the theatre to general ignorance. It wasn?t until I washalfway.