“Is that what we look like when we... ?” whispered Lacey.“Something like that,” said Bob.“Wow,” she sighed.“We should get dressed,” he...said.Through the door they heard voices, too dim to comprehend. But the fact they could hear them at all suggested Jess and Len had gotten loud.In fact, behind that thick, wooden door, Len was having something of a crisis.“Fuck!” he gasped, explosively as the door closed. “They saw us!”“Don’t you dare go soft on me yet!” she barked. “I was almost there and now I. I got up early and got ready. I wanted to be ready when he came and be even sexier than usual. So I put on a sexy lingerie set (pink lace string, and matching push-up bra), black shiny pantyhose, the smallest hot-pants jeans I had, a black see-through lace top and knee-high boots with 12 cm heel. I put on make-up, with a lot of foundation to make my face look cheap and fake, dark pencil and eyeshadow, lots of mascara and I put red lipstick on my lips. I had a look in the mirror and admired the. I firmly planted my hand on the back of the couch, holding her in that position and began to slowly pump into her."If this wasn't the shit, I don't know what was. There could be no better feeling on the planet."She made a noise distracting me for a second but there was no fucking way I was stopping. "Unh, unh, unh" I heard her grunt as I smacked harder into her, staring at her ass."Oh, oh, ohhhhh" was the next thing she said, then she moved trying to roll backwards to see who was fucking her. I. For the purposes of a good story, I made up a few things to fill in the blanks in my memory.It was a weekend, and my wife had taken the k**s to visit her father 400 miles away. I was alone at the house, and I knew an opportunity when I saw it. At the time we lived in a small city, and there was a gay bar in town that advertised a weekly drag show on Saturday night. I have a thing for crossdressers, and had wanted to check it out for some time.I wanted to make a good impression, so I cleaned up.