You see, for years now I have enjoyed cross dressing and while my wife has known for some time she hasn't ever participated or allowed me to dress up ...hile the children were around; I always had to play while the family was away. I was eager to get started and my imagination was running wild trying to guess just what she had in store for me. Never would I have guessed just what she was up to!!! It had been some time since I was able to go all out and dress completely from head to toe including. Even if the Security Patrol suspected something, it was hoped they would be looking the wrong way. If that happened though, they were already in trouble, because that shooter would be barely thirty yards from the cars, and only hidden by a dip down to a stream. There was half a dozen birch trees a couple of meters from the edge of the road, between the sniper and the road, and as no one could hide behind them, it was hoped this would indirectly protect the close-in sniper. He would have. It was not, then my lubrication and cum. I didn't think it could be since any I had been producing, had been oozing out like a dripping faucet since near the beginning of when we started this. Expecting it to reek of urine, I brought the hand to my nose. I couldn't believe it. It didn't smell like that at all. I really could not tell what odor it did have if any though, since his whole hand smelled of my pussy juices. So, I did the one thing left to do and tasted it. This, too, was not what I. Her throat was in my hand in a second and her head tipped back as I pushed her chest into the wall again, holding her there as I slid my cock across her aching sex. Jenna looked back at me with wide, desperate eyes and I kissed her cheek, releasing her throat and taking a handful of her long, wavy hair – something I’d have otherwise considered a crime. She murmured, a quiet approval at the gentle tug she received before I pulled her closer, bending her over. The tension on her hair increased.