I don’t want you to think I’m a total sex maniac. I love married life. I love the conversations and the evening walks and the meals out and the co...forting presence of the man I love.And yet the moment he leaves to get the plane to Seattle, where he’ll be for a week, I feel that thrill. While John’s away I will perform for him every evening, and perform for my secret admirer at the same time. It’s naughty of me, wicked of me. I tell myself I’m not that kind of woman, but by now that sounds so. I was raised in a home with just my mom and older sister. Whenever I was alone I would sneak into my mothers bedroom, pick out a sexy outfit and transform into Jaime, my female persona. I was now 18yrs old.One early Saturday my mother and sister headed out shopping, as soon as I heard the car leave, I locked the front door and I headed to mothers room to dress up like a little slut and masturbate. First I stopped in the washroom and shaved my cock and legs getting aroused with each task, then. We’ve sucked and fucked in every conceivable position and tried mutual masturbation. We both enjoy role play where we take turns physically restraining each other, which usually turns into hours of teasing, extended oral, slow fucking or being fucked until we are both drained and exhausted. But on that particular Saturday, she just wanted to share an intimate dinner, which I prepared and we enjoyed almost silently. “Is there anything you’d like to do in particular today?” I asked. “Actually,. The dark reinforced bands of the control-top began halfway up her thighs and the gusset of her hosiery disappeared under a pair of lace trimmed nylon boy-leg panties. Jeanette wore her panties over her pantyhose, unlike the other two women.Nadine took the longest to lift her skirt and Ray was getting impatient and waved the gun in her face to hurry her along. She tentatively lifted the hem of her skirt revealing tan sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and little white nylon panties with pictures of.