Was it the power? She could walk into any bar she knew and within 10 minutes he would have anyone she wanted drooling to her smoky, come-fuck-me, come...hither gaze. Then behind her ears, and down her neck. In twenty they would be on their way to his place. She scoured her shoulders, under her arms, and her torso, cleaning off sweat and semen. In thirty she would be miles away, disconnected from the by-then faceless, graceless, mindlessly fucking animal that they became. Lathering the cloth. My cock instantly started to harden and grow down the leg of my pants.I managed to walk over to her and give her a drink without tripping and leaned in for a deep kiss with only our lips and tongues making contact. I filled my nostrils with her natural scent as she doesn’t wear perfume and as far as I am concerned is all the better for it.I guided her to the small couch and sat her at one end with her legs pointed toward me at the other end. As I sat I lifted her legs into my lap so that I had. "What is it youwant?" I've known about my husband's dressing since shortly after we weremarried. And I've been stuck with that knowledge ever since, beingafraid that anyone would find out. I hate his cross dressing!" Shefinished angrily. "He's into this vintage 1950's housewife deal and headores the look of that whole era. So, if he's always fantasized aboutbeing a 50's housewife I'd like him to get the whole experience. Nojust dressing up and swishing around for an hour or so but a. Safely out of sight in the bathroom, Bud washed away the sticky traces of Millie's juices. He paused to hold his cock in his hand and wonder if it was really as big and thick as she'd said.Across the hall in her room, Rebecca lay on her stomach, her hand burrowed between her pussy lips as she replayed her session in the laundry room. Her hand made wet, squishing sounds as her fingers plunged in and out of her pussy. She bit down on one of her rag dolls to keep from crying out as she came, the.