I got out of bed at five to twelve as my wife slept and walked over and sat in the chair looking out the window with no lights on. About five after 12...her desk light came on revealing her leaning against the window sill naked and wet from shower. She was touching herself and rubbing her neck, and slowly meticulously working her way down her body. Slowly rubbing and pinching her nipples, and licking her lips. One hand went down to her hairy pussy and began massaging her clit like it was a tense. “Makes me wonder whether it’s a case of ‘like father, like son’?” she said.I understood completely and nearly came over her chest there and then.“The sweet musky taste,” she said, watching my face knowing how her words were affecting me, “slightly salty, although not as salty as people tend to think, but enjoyable all the same as the manly seed shoots deep inside my mouth”.I knew and she knew that my line had been reached, and with a grunt we seemed to work in unison as I lifted away from her. Gradually the beam took on a feminine'll get you ten form divine and said "Hi!" Horatio stared at this vision of Shemale Loveliness in holy erection, Batman! "Who?who are you?" he gasped. "And while we're at it...what are you?" Well, Night Angel babies, as it turned out her name was Transvestia Transgendera Vaginoplasty-Jones ("Call me Nancy") and not only was she the veritable femmepersonification of the Fairy in the Moon, it turned out that she had actually come from the moon for the sole. I did not obey. No way was I going to stop fucking this pussy now when I finally had got my cock into a pussy.I slowly kept fucking her and after a couple of minutes Carrie started to breathe harder and met my thrusts. I let go of her hands, ready to grip them again if I needed to. But Carrie was into our fucking now. She moved one hand down between her legs and started to rub her pussy. I felt her finger go wild on her clit. I could see tears coming down her face, but I had no will power of.