From this conversation, I understood that she is badly missing her husband and mainly she needs someone to satisfy her sexual needs. I thought I shoul... give it a try. I somehow convinced her to meet me.So I started consoling her. Immediately I built up a story and told her like this:M: I understand your situation. Even I have a friend who is undergoing the same situation as yours. She is very close to me. She got married two years back.M: Due to some official trip, her husband has gone to the. As his cock slipped down my crack he pulled back and I felt the bulboushead against my sissy pussy lips."Push back bitch, I want you to give me your sissy cherry," he growledequally as turned on as me!I pushed back feeling the resistance and pain, but I desperately wantedhim inside me so I pushed harder. There was an extreme spike of painmaking me yelp and then he was inside. I gave myself a few moments toaccept his girth and then started to push once again. A couple of inchesin I felt the head. Sitting down on the chairs on the porch, they each had an iced tea. The rest of the group gathered around them like baby chicks around a hen. John looked at the young couple and said, “What do you think of their story?”Ed took a sip of his tea and looked over that them. They were still holding each other tightly and pressing close to the policeman. Ed said, “They tell the truth for the details they know. The real question is if the details they know support the answer we’ve decided to accept as. She stands and walks to him still looking down, knowing not to make eye contact. She slowly unbuttons his shirt one at a time, hesitating close to him, wanting him, needing him. She walks around him and slowly pulls his shirt off his shoulders, letting her hands softly touch his back. He stops her and tells her to kneel in front of him; he reminds her that she is not to touch him. He tells her that the boundaries are there for a reason and she has not learned to obey them, so he will have to.