His secretary only called me once. I was a basket case.“That was my day. It was actually better than the month that followed it. I didn’t know tha... anyone could cry like that.”“Sorry.”“So tell me about your day.”Dexter was quiet for a moment wondering how to explain what he had felt.“You’ve seen the video of me getting fired.”“Yes, I have.”“Well, I knew the minute I walked into that meeting that it was the last day I would be working there. It had been coming ever since the day that Mark died. It wasn't till the early 70's when I finally gained employment and my own place, that I started back in crossdressing. I found shoes at thrift shops and garage sales. Lingerie was obtainable via the mail. Life was good, I was thin, let my hair grow, and maintained a low profile amoung friends and realitives. Then I met my 1st wife. she was about my size, height, and most importantly, same shoe size, (or close). I secretly dressed when I could, until one day she came home and found me in the. ‘Happy anniversary, honey!’ he said. ‘Our anniversary isn’t until next week,’ she replied, raising an eyebrow. She wasn’t really mad, but she knew he always liked her eyebrow trick. ‘Yeah, I know,’ he said dismissively. ‘But I don’t want to be one of those guys who doesn’t remember our anniversary until a week after it happens. Besides, if I’d given you your anniversary surprise on your anniversary, it wouldn’t have been a surprise, would it?’ ‘If you start talking about iocane powder, I’m. Her anus was almost calling me to touch it. But I refrained. Probably I was too exhausted, but that image was burnt forever in my memory.A few minutes have passed before she slowly, with difficulty, raised herself from on top of me."I'll go and get some wet towels, to clean you", she said with a spent voice.I took her hand, and pulled her next to me. "Leave the towels, we'll wash ourselves later" I told her."But you're covered in a lot of cum! Look!" she exclaimed, with a serious concern in her.