She had been so accommodating to my cross dressing and I was soeager to comply that I completely over looked what she was trying totell me. Tammy was ...t least in a way that she wouldn't hurt myfeelings.My hunch was that Tammy had a fantasy to make love with a black man!If I'm wrong and bring it up, it could mean the end of our marriagebut what if I'm right?Tammy gave me everything she thought I wanted, a wife that acceptedmy cross dressing, taking me out in public to pass, even minglingwith. I offer to wipe her when she was done but again playfully told to not be so rude.This playfullness continued through out the day and the more I watched her the more hornier I becamse and hoped that at the end of it we would end up in bed for a good fuck.Fianly we cleared up and with wallpapering both needed a shower to clean up before our k**s came home from school.I was extremly horny now after teasing her and watching her pee all day so just a few mins after she climed in the shower I joined. “Feel better?” Aunt Peggy asked us, grinning.“Almost human,” Don replied.“Jim definitely felt good,” Audrey quipped, making the women chuckle.Right after dinner, Don drove the two of us to church. We arrived just in time for Sunday evening mass. I don’t consciously remember half of the service, but not because I fell asleep. Our family has always attended church religiously, if you’ll pardon the pun. Like most pre-teens, I’d come to feel bored, at least before that fateful day when I took the. Than after unknown minutes, my orgasm slowed, and I felt myself beingpulled, being dragged, The arms were pulling me closer to the giganticcenter part of the starfish. Never did they let loose of my arms or feet,never did they stop squeezing and sucking and pulling and pushing on mycervix - nor on my clitoris, and not on my bosoms either - my bosomswhich continued to be nursed non-stop by the thousands of rectangularparts in those starfish arms. It pulled me closer and closer and then myfeet.