I was very surprised and very happy to see her like a whore. I then placed my middle finger with full speed without waste my time. She gave a loud moa... and I was scared but I did not bother her and started kicking her pussy literally. I then added one more finger and was increasing my speed. Omg, her pussy produced periods blood but I was starting to kick her pussy with full speed. She was holding my hand and shouting like anything and the sound was spread everywhere in the house. The nearby. Guys there think if you are dressed---that gives them the right to “man-handle” a girl.I meet the woman down here; we moved in together—she was stone cold against cross-dressing... I threw away with all my outfits—wigs, shoes, dresses and under garments. Now that Rita is reborn—new clothes, shoes and whatever. FUN One night we watch BBC America—they had a great program on Transvestites, and the spouses. It was great and how the wife to explain her feelings about her mate’s dressing. Not feeling. I don't think he bought it but he didn't add anything further.When I packed up that afternoon it wasn't with any sense of loss, more one of relief. I'd made my decision and I wasn't having any second thoughts. I may never have a job that would earn me as much as this one did but I'd come to the realization that money wasn't everything. Perhaps I had to be in my position to be able to understand it. I'd have laughed if someone said that to me ten years ago. Times change and they had certainly. I set my things down and go to the present. The paper is a gorgeous shade of green – deep emerald – with silver swirls all over it. The package is tied with silver and black ribbon. It looks almost too pretty to open, and I’m excited to find out who sent it. I look for a card, but there isn’t one on the present. I check around and under the desk, the floor of my office and my keyboard tray, but there’s no card or note. ‘That’s strange,’ I think. Maybe the card’s inside. I gingerly untie the bow.