Assuming we have a house.’ ‘What time do you have to get to the airport?’ ‘One.’ ‘One?’ Tom was fretting now. ‘Billy has Sunday school...’ ‘We’ll leave from there. Damn! I wanted to get some sleep!’ ‘Why can’t you take the limo?’ ‘Tom!’ She was crying now. ‘I got a note this morning. They didn’t want me to come home this weekend. They’re not going to pay for the flight!’ ‘What?’ ‘Five hundred dollars! Tom! Where are we going to get five hundred dollars?’ ‘It was worth it,’ he kissed her. But his. Well, as history and my desire still to cross dress, even today, suggests I was well up for a bit of dressing and Barry was soon leading me to Carols bedroom where he took a little blue gingham dress from her wardrobe, a pair of her pink knickers and a pair of white knee length socks. I soon had the knickers and socks on and Barry helped me into the dress and I felt really really good. I'd already dressed previously in my mothers undies and dresses so It didn't feel at all strange. Barry was. However what was most obvious was her pussy. It pulsed almost in time with her heartbeat, it was the neediest part of her and tried to pull me in. “I have never felt like this, but I haven’t been with a man in a year. Not that he was much of a man.” I was floored, but I knew what needed to be done. I slowly slide my cock giving her exactly what her body was calling for. Her whole body shivered as her arms reached out for me and pull me into her. I grabbed her by the waist as I pressed. . He showed me that ‘Animal Farm’ video just after we’d started being intimate – and I think I connected the two things together ... Or maybe I just found the idea particularly tantalising ... But there are images from that video still burned into my brain. That bit with the couple, and the dog is fucking the wife missionary style, and the man is doing all the work – pushing the dog’s arse toward her ... Then the dog’s licking the man’s cock and balls...” She smiles. “I buried that memory for.