How could you i love you " i tell her tears streaming down my face .I slam the bedroom door and run into the living room flinging myself on the couch ...rying uncontrolably .I don't hear the two guys leave but i feel Lisa's hand on my back ." Oh Cathy im sorry baby " "How ... how could you ? " i ask her " It just happened ok im sorry " I turn to face her and she pulls me to her kissing me holding me in her arm's but i can smell them on her and taste them on her lips i just push her away ."Oh why. She thought it was a crap joke but when I didn't laugh at all she realised I was being serious. I told her for almost 6 years I'd been pretending it was a weird fetish id developed from playing dress up young. I said the feeling inside grew stronger when I wasn't in my comfortable girls clothes. I said I was sorry for laying it on her, I said it had been inside me for some time, and I said she was the only girl of recent time who I felt comfortable enough to actually be honest with. Of course. ’ I was shocked at the way she said it, normally as a director she was always so prim and proper, now she was a total slut. I spanked her ass cheeks hard, she winched and let out a little scream, her ass was large but firm, and I spanked her again then rammed my cock hard up her wet pussy and held her hips as I fucked her, my thrusts going in harder and deeper, her feet were almost lifting off the floor. Her moans were mixed with small whimpers as I pounded her pussy, she let out a large scream. Heather was visibly unsettled, but more worrisome was the tangible glint of fear in her piercingly green eyes. “Hey, are you okay? You look like someone just walked over your grave.” Groaning inwardly, Heather silently cursed Trish’s notoriously persistent curiosity. Fighting to compose herself, she offered a wave as dismissive as she could muster “Thanks, Trish,” she replied. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine, really. The campaign is starting to get to me, that’s all.”Setting the envelope aside,.