Most wives would have left a husband who was trying to become awoman."Tracey opened her eyes, and smiled into the face of her love. "I amsorry, my dea..., sweet spouse" Sorry, Tracey? For what?" For ever doubting you, 'Drea. You have become, no you always were, abeautiful, special woman. I only wish I had seen it sooner." It is okay hon. I...I just wish we could afford to get me the surgery,so I could be complete." Have faith, sweetie. God has carried us this far. He will see us therest of the. She’s rather quiet and I think she might have fallen asleep until I hear a strange noise. I turn to look and almost drive the car off the road. She’s in the passenger seat and masturbates. Okay, I need to phrase this differently, else nobody will understand how crass it was: Sabrina is sitting there, her short skirt pulled up and is shoving the bottle up her cunt. Gotta say it like that.I’m speechless and need to regain my self-control, and then look for somewhere to park. At first I didn’t. .!" Pause. "Umm. No, I guess not." Pause again, and an olive branch: "*I* hate it. I mean, I hate *me* when I do it. How could you not? So, uhh, I tried to stop, and... umm, write it out." Cross-dress, you mean," she elaborated. A bit unnecessarily, to my mind. That was what we were talking about already, right? "You like to dress up and look like a girl." She was taking this too calmly. I was a little worried. Sensitive position, as a professor, you understand, and junior faculty is not. Guiding his thick cock back into the warmth of her pussy once more, she lowered her body down upon his. His cock plunged back inside as she took in several inches.Her body rode up and down upon his thick, hard cock as it slipped in and out of her tight pussy.Her breasts jiggled, bounced and slapped around upon her chest. He reached up and played with them for a while, as his finger and thumb rolled her nipples between; before pulling on them like elastic and bouncing back to their normal shape.