He seldom rubs my clittie except to remind me how soft and useless it is. That's good a girl like you is suppose to take care of her man. Great, let's...get started and see how healthy your pussy is. He lowered his stool and began examining me. He inserted what felt like a dildo into what he now called my "sissy vagina" and probed around rubbing it against my prostrate and I was doing all I could to not squirm around as he really started probing in me. It was feeling so good I moaned and panted. Most of the time, I'm the only undressing but sometimes we both go naked, depending how we plan it. I love the risk of meeting people in my birthday-suit although, at the same time, I fear the thought of being caught or not knowing how people will react. Therefore, once we decide to go for it, we discus where and when and how, but once each decision is made, we stop discussing it so I won't chicken out.The preparation this time started months earlier when we were choosing where to go for our. She sauntered over to him, swinging her hips, as she knew that this would drive him wild, placing one stiletto clad foot in front of the next. By the time she got to the bar, he had a glass of champagne waiting for her, a chilled glass of Don Perigon '57.She took him by the arm and walked to the entrance of the restaurant, spoke quietly to the host and they where shown to the best table, secluded but with a beautiful view of the restaurant. As they sat down, the pianist played Chopin Nocturne. As they start their descent, Coot slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly.As the ambulance takes the body away, Bluey says, “Well, bugger me, someone’s gotta go and tell Coot’s wife.”Mongrel says, “OK, I’m pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I’ll do it.”Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of Beer.Bluey says, “Where’d you get the grog, Mongrel?”“Coot’s wife gave it to me,” Mongrel replies.“That’s unbelievable, you told the Missus her husband was dead and she gave you a.