You've never beensweeter."She was right. I was sweeter. Those physical changes coupled withthe wearing of female clothing and serving as a maid had a ...erystrong impact on my entire demeanor. I was increasingly becoming moreand more of a woman and less and less of a husband. The husbandsituation was made even more laughable each time Judy entertainedTom. Entertaining was how she referred to his frequent visits andtheir sexual escapades. Judy didn't flaunt it in front of me, but shedid little to. My gasp gives way to a moan as I grip the sheets with my hands. I look down to see you between my open thighs. Another ripple of pleasure rushes through my body. “How long has it been since anyone had been there?” I try to remember. Another rush wipes the thoughts from my mind. I grip the sheets harder now trying to concentrate on every move you are making. I rock my hips slightly to position your fabulous tongue. Moans escape my lips as I feel what must be your finger enter me. My. ‘I learnt it when I lived south of the High Mountains. It is the most widely spoken of all languages, although these Cave Painters have a very thick dialect.’ Glade slowly disrobed to the waist so that her full bosom was displayed and also the duskiness of her skin. When she was sure she had the attention of all the Cave Painters she spoke in the loud commanding voice she employed for the village when she prayed, sang songs, or recounted myths and legends. ‘You misunderstand my husband’s. She glanced up at me as she ran her finger on the top of the head to grab the final drop of cum and then licked her finger! Wow, was I surprised.“Tastes a little funky and weird but not bad, not bad at all,” she smiled as she smacked her lips.Now that the dam had broken, I knew all I wanted was more of her sweet stroking hand. As if my dick had a mind of its own, it began to stiffen. She looked at it grow in her hand and began to squeeze gently and stroke slightly. “Again?” she asked, licking.