Once she had stopped thrashing frank picked her up and i helped him wrap her arms and legs around him so he could easily fuck her. I reached into my p...cket and pulled out a tube of lube. I rubbed my cock well then grabbed some more and started smearing it around her asshole. When she started protesting frank locked her into a fierce french kiss. I lined up with her ass and nodded to frank and we both entered her at the same time. She yelled loudly at her hymen being broken and bothers her holes. My mind raced, as I tried to come up with words to calmher down. I told her that I loved her, and didn't want her toleave, and she finally did calm down, but I wondered whether shehad been referring to the suitbag which was hidden in the backof my closet - the one that contained not a man's suit, but thefemale clothes I loved to wear.My crossdressing habit had started long ago, when my mother hadgiven me a pair of her panties to wear because my littleboy-butt was sore. I loved how they felt on. I was looking and Joyce the whole time and watched her face change from theloving mother look to this unleashed bitch on heat. Her hands had moved up tocup her breasts and pinch her nipples as she watched me devour her cum soakedpanties.I leaned forward and removed her knickers from my mouth and gave her a deepkiss allowing her to taste her cum on my tongue. As we kissed I brought herknickers to our mouths and slowly inserted them into our kissing frenzy. Joycewas now grunting and moaning. I have to admit I can’t handle spicy food too well.”“Okay,” she replied, turning to the waitress. “Just bring us an order of mild. How many are in that?”“There’s ten wings to an order.”“That’ll be fine, thanks.”The waitress disappeared and Stacey took another good-sized slug of her beer as I sipped at my wine. We talked freely, she telling me about the various clerical jobs she’d had over the years and asking me questions about my business. She seemed genuinely interested and was surprisingly.