Sprawled across the rumpled sheets, your legs bent in a relaxed pose, you were asleep. I should have noticed the way your arm draped over your forehea..., as if blocking the sunlight from your eyes. I should have noticed the way the shadows flickered across your chest. I didn’t. Instead, I noticed a pulsing vein in the curve of your neck, ropes of muscles weaving across your shoulder, and a scar I could only assume had a violent and mysterious story behind it. And I noticed the slowly rising. Everyone will know how I discovered that my husband was a crossdressing whore! Now, what’s it going to be? Are you going to do what I say or not?”I gulped and nodded. “I’ll do it,” I whispered.“Good. Now get your ass into that shower and don’t come out until you’ve gotten rid of all that ugly masculine hair.” She turned on her heels and stormed out of the bedroom. With nothing else to say or do, I stripped and got into the shower. It took over a half hour, but when I got out of the. I hugged her and said “Prerna, I’ll miss you a lot yaar, don’t go”. I could see her eyes getting wet and she promised to be in touch with me even after she quits her job. I tried supporting her and she was not able to understand why her husband was such a moron.She thanked me for being with her throughout her employment and kissed my cheeks. She insisted I join her for lunch on that weekend, as her husband and her in laws will not be at home. I reluctantly agreed her invitation, but inside I. Sometime during the following summer, she came back to Ohio. Having recovered from her own heartbreak, she moved back in with her grandmother. I wasted no time. I let her know immediately how I felt. She told me she thought that she might be in love with me too, and I was immediately past my point of no return. When we finally had sex, I felt like I was making love to a goddess. Her naturally blonde pussy, her large breasts, sweet smile and blue eyes made me insane love and lust. Her full (but.