Victoria bought all my lingerie. Tough, demanding and very unpredictable, she was also very generous. After we became lovers, Victoria went through my...underwear drawer with a fine tooth comb, throwing away everything unacceptable in her opinion. When I protested, she explained she wanted something sweet and sexy to look at, peel off or tear to shreds, whichever her mood dictated.In the beginning, I wasn’t so sure about her choices, but in time I learned to appreciate the joys of wearing sexy. I was widowed several years ago and wasliving alone in a large, suburban house. As I got older the time andeffort to maintain the house became too much of an effort, so I startedlooking for the alternative. I don't want to move to an apartment forseveral reasons, but the major one was privacy. I was always interestedand attracted to cross dressing, but only had been able to do so afurtive few times in all my 60+ years. My wife and I had a satisfyingsex life early on, but as I got older I. We recreated the master bedroom, inserting a deep bathtub with a shower attachment and made sure that every place in the house was accessible for her. When we finished, Lance and I had our own wings of the house with the living room, library and kitchen common areas. It was beautiful. Lance put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a squeeze. ‘Looks great, bro.’ ‘You think so? You think she’ll like it?’ ‘I think she’ll love it.’ He grinned. ‘Now, let’s go get her.’ ***** We knew that the last. She had brought the two of them together, hoping that strings of unbearably exquisite orgasms would be the result.And that had happened, for the two of them. Not for her. The longer and hotter they fucked, the more Laura began to feel sick and empty and angry. Soon Rick looped his arms under Karen's knees, raising her legs up in the air and rolling her ass up off the floor. Her wide open, glossy asshole, still wet with his jism, was now more easily available.He propped her calves on his.