It never ebbed. It was always there. Constant, unyielding.You know that saying, "Time heals all wounds"? It's a lie.If it wasn't the pain of Jenny's a...sence from my life, it was the guilt. The guilt of knowing what I had done, of knowing the pain that I caused her. That I made her live out the childhood trauma of her sick, disgusting upbringing. The fact that I brought even a glimpse of that into the life of her sweet, innocent daughter. I was real human scum and the knowledge of that tore at. I reached around her and placed two fingers around her clit, moving it side to side as she liked to do to her herself. "Oh GOD that's it! That's it! Fuck my ass!" she cried.I was still trying to be gentle with her when she became insistent and started to shove herself into me harder and harder. Now I just relaxed and enjoyed myself, sure that she was enjoying it as well. She had a generous, beautiful ass. I had always enjoyed looking at it, but now seeing it around my cock was a treat for me. I. This Halloween party wouldbe a sort of test for me and my femme side, Cathy. IfI could do this well, I thought, I would be anotherstep closer to understanding and dealing with mycrossdressing tendencies and why I seemed to need todo it. I contacted a friend who is a Mary Kay cosmeticsrepresentative and made an appointment with her for amakeover, for Halloween morning. I met with her andshowed her what I would be wearing and also, the wig Iwould be using since my own hair is fast running offthe. "Oh, oh, oh!" she started moaning with each bounce. Then breathlessly she begged, "Pinch my nipple, oh, oh!" I reached up under her sheet, feeling her baggy, but still very soft breasts, and pinched her big hard nipple like she asked. And since my other hand was free I reached under her arched up knees and let one finger slide over her clit. Like a start button, only a few tickles later she lost it. Her pussy clamped down hard, her body shaking with ecstasy as she came. I kept gently.