Daddy....daddy....I love you....come into me...please...please" I did not have the courage to stand there anymore. I always thought I had been her onl... sexual partner since high school. I went back to my room. My wife came in the room exactly 87 minutes later and immediately fell asleep. I could smell the cum on her. I pretended I was asleep. I eventually fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later with my hard cock in my wife's mouth. She was passionately sucking it. She smiled and said good. It was a well spent night and I woke up well rested. After going to the bathroom I put on my high heels and went to get somebreakfast and coffee. I looked at the backyard and could see Carole'shouse, causing me to remember the walk I had with her last evening andlooking forward to tonight.I had read some stories about transvestism and some quite explicit. Iwent to get one that I loved and read it while having breakfast. Ittold the story of two transvestites together and their lovemaking. . She put on a dress and debated on shoes but sensibly decided not to wear the heels. She would hate to stumble because she was not used to them. She wondered whether Steven would be able to dance with her. She hoped so. She really did like being in his arms. That was the secure bit.They arrived at The Alhambra and Steven booked Becca in."What about you?" the receptionist asked."The young lady's chauffeur," replied Steven which brought a smile from the woman."It's the fathers that cop the waits,". You hold me close as I begin my assault, and pound your defenseless nudity into ecstasy. I lean back and hold onto your knees. Penetrating you even deeper. You moan. All of me glides in and out of you. Slowly. Firmly. You pull my face to yours and we kiss. I love your tongue. I keep my eyes on you. So beautiful. Your hands run down my chest and below my waste. Tickling me just a little. You grab a hold of my man hood and pull it out of you to play with. Ensuring my full arousal. Your wet juices.