The person he had been was filled with self-loathing; he wasn't a man any longer. Dressed as a woman, he felt ahigh degree of vulnerability and wonde...ed if this wasn't how all womenfelt. He wanted out of prison; but was this the right way to do it?He turned to his wife with his arms outstretched and inquired, "So, doesthis make me less of a man to you? I feel like such a powder puff."Ellen sensed his indecision. Her eyes flamed with anger. "So that'swhat you're worried about? We are about. Achanak door khula n meri ma wahan khadi thi..Pehle to main ghabra gyi..Lekin meri mere paas aayi n apne hoth mere hothon pe rkhk choomne lgi..Deepak ka lund to tadap utha ye dekh k..Phr ma boli main b to pyasi hu deepak mujhe b apni randi bna le madarchod..Mera bhadwa pati to kbka chod k chala gya mujhe ab to bus tu rakhail bna le apni…Bus phr kya tha..Ma aur deepak smooch krne lge n maine ma ki saree aur petticot utar diya..Main to pagal ho chuki thi..Aj mera sapna sach ho rha tha..Phr hum. He grins and pulls off his shirt, flinging it onto his laundry hamper and stepping out of his jeans. Just teasing, man, he responds, pulling my legs apart and climbing into the bed, pulling my left thigh to his hip. He kisses me slowly, flicking his tongue piercing against my upper lip. He works his way down from there, biting my neck and shoulders, kissing my chest, leaving a hickie or two along the way. He looks up at me over the top of his glasses, that delicious smirk on his face, and bites. Mink was on the couch next to me and Janice was sitting next to Jason on the loveseat opposite us.Mink was doing her usual teasing. She was leaning against me, pushing one her big boobs into my arm with her hand on my thigh gently stroking me with her fingertips touching my growing erection.I noticed Janice was imitating Mink while looking at me with that look women can have. You know the one that says, 'I'm getting away with this, aren't I something?'Now I have to tell you about Mink's.