But despite looking like one, I am not a girl. I am not even asissy. I am, or at least was, a man, a real man, a virile man. But Iwas trapped in this ...eminine fate and my only hope was to patientlylook for a chance to escape.So I smiled as my parents drove me to my wedding rehearsal at thehotel where we were scheduled to get married tomorrow. As we parkedour car, I saw Uncle Bob and Aunt Dana with my cousins Jane and Pauldrive up. They drove in from their home city approximately threehundred. He had summed up the brown-haired, blue-eyed, six-foot, cornfed man and liked what he saw. He tried not to think about the fact that this handsome thirtysomething was married with k**s.The Guthries loaded up and headed home. Turning down the long driveway, Chad drove slowly and came to a stop. As they got out and walked inside, Chad announced, “Katie! I forgot my wallet.”“What,” she questioned.“My wallet. It ain’t in my pocket.”“Call the restaurant.”“Yeah! I am,” he said stepping away.He came. I said in a seductive tone, rama where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry? Your wife is also not there at home. He was looking at my face as I was talking to him in such a manner. I told him to have dinner with me and go. I said to rama, would you like to have a bath and get fresh? He was shocked and yes. I gave him towel and my husband’s lungi. I showed the bathroom and I went to the kitchen to prepare for the occasion. In-between I changed wearing a flimsy light pink transparent. She said yes. She said I told him to come in me , after he did I pulled my pantyhose up then brushed my skirt off. He took me to work then left. I said you worked with his come in you? She smiled and said yeah, she told her best girlfriend about it and she teased Andrea all night about her nasty pussy. How did that feel working with a wet pussy I quizzed her. She said it was fantastic, in fact she enjoyed it so much that she does it on a regular basis. I leaned back and with raised eyebrows ,.