Chris pumped a huge load of cum into the sweating brunette wrapped around him. After a few minutes Chris’s cock softened and slid out of Amanda’s ...ussy. ‘That was fucking great!’ Chris said. ‘Oh my god…was it ever.’ Amanda replied. What do you say we get outta here and go someplace for some food.’ Chris said. Amanda stared at the young man who she’d just cheated with and knew that her naughty adventure had to come to an end. She’d had her taste of cheating and as great a fuck as Chris was she. It's a huge frustration to say the least.I continued to live the life of a closet crossdresser throughout most of my college career. On very few occasions would I let someone in on my little secret. Some women who were very close got to know, but rarely would anyone find out. When I started dating the woman who became my wife, I was very open and honest about my life as a crossdresser. She thought it was a little weird, but she said it was OK, because she was weird, too. So we kept on dating.. I soon found myself drooling over feet that I had not even had the pleasure of seeing. I felt a bit foolish.Again I tried to return to takings pics, when all of the sudden I heard the pitter patter of jogging feet approaching. With my camera still stuck to my right eye, I spun around quickly. Snapping pic after pic after pic as the lovely calves ran by me for the second time. Happy with myself I smiled like a cat that had just caught a canary. I turned around where there was some shade from my. Upon waking, I looked in the dictionary of dreams I keep in mybedside table, to see if there is any significance to this particularnight time vision. It seems a dream of a black horse is a dream of passion.Considering all that has happened in the past weeks, I am not surprised. The dreams began just after I started working for Nick. The first was oftravel and next was adventure and now passion. If that was not enough as Igot to my desk this morning there was a note from Nick to pack my bags.