But of course, he says if i am ready, let's go out already to meet (drinking) with "our" friends.After gathering our group, 8-10 people, they already ...tarted drinking so hard. I was sunbathing and enjoying the pool. And join them as least as possible. It is simply because i hate it. I hate the conversations (always the same) i hate the girls crying for attention, i even hate my own husband with this setup...Anyway i don't need their attention in this kind of place, because every guy around is. After that, he seemedto change very quickly. When I went to collect his next load of laundryfrom the basket in his room, his normal white cotton boxer shorts werecompletely absent. Instead, the basket was filled with a variety ofgirl's briefs in a range of colours trimmed with contrasting lace.Over the term he gradually dressed in more feminine, or at leastandrogynous, style. He would wear floral or pastel tops and girl's jeans,rather than the denim shirt and jeans that most engineering. He kept switching the nipples and squeezing the boobs. I was holding the bed tight and was having this pleasure almost after years. He tried hard to have my boob completely in the mouth, but it was not possible. He made sure to bite my erected nipples and made me scream in pleasure and pain.As he released me for a minute, I removed my petticoat and panty and threw them at him. He told me, would keep this black panty with him. I told him he has to pay me for the panties now.Arman: Hahaha, I will. My calmness only confirmed my lack of shock, he knew at that instant, I would not scream or run, so only naturally his door opened slightly more, and I walked inside, brushing against his erect penis as it touched my arm, I stopped momentarily as it did so, looked up to him and smiled, before continuing inside and hearing him close the outside door, and turn the lock.'In here Mariel', he was opening the door to his bedroom, inviting me inside, where else should a man fuck a girl, on his bed of.