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Here is a bit of background information for those of us who like that sort of thing. This story started out as a therapeutic and cathartic expression for greater insight into my heart, thoughts and desires and on relationship management. Along the way I was inspired by a friend to go with my appetite to explore fantasy indulgence, creativity, fun, eroticism and humor. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. This story does contain 'randy' material in some places. So, if you are underage or highly sensitive to transgendered or erotic materials go rent a Disney video. You'll be happy you did. Gifts Given, Gifts Received by Andi SG My wife Sandi and I have been married for 16 wonderful years. It is a good marriage based on communication, loving openness, flexibility and choices. She and I have always been open to and encouraged each other to be as authentic as we can be. In the search for expressing our identities and hidden desires we remain respectful and try not to feel defensive or threaten by our partner's wants. This holds true, especially in the area of erotic stimulation. We acknowledge that each other has a right to our own fantasies. And we like to gift each other with juicy erotic scenarios. Sometimes this takes the form of telling each other spectacularly hot stories in bed as we playfully and teasingly stroke each other. On special occasions we take great delight in making each other's fantasies come true. Being happily married and committed to each other and our pleasures, I always feel honored and excited to indulge my wife in one of her favorite fantasies. For example, Sandi often shares during "true-confessions" moments that she'd love the excitement of going to a high-class dance club, decked out in one of her favorite and most seductive outfits, flirting and seducing a number of anonymous men. This was part of her predatory dating pattern when she was in college. At 39 she is a gorgeous woman and can easily leave men wanting her with a smile or a well placed touch. Last Valentine's Day I arranged for an afternoon at Phoenix's classiest spa and had her pampered. Massage, facials, manicure, pedicure, hair styling and a makeover were my initial gifts to her. She was both appreciative and radiate at the restaurant later. My responsive eyes expressed how much I loved and desired her. I also wanted them to convey that I would do most anything to make her feel happy. After dinner I drove us to the most up-scale dance club in town. Once inside I told her that it was my desire that she have the freedom to feel as wanton as she'd like. I stated that I wanted her to dance with as many men as she wanted while I watched. Kissing them was quite okay. In fact, If she wanted to, I said that it would be okay for her to go as far as she felt comfortable in making her fantasies come true. My passions were enflamed as I watched her dance with many handsome partners. I managed the fleeting issues of jealousy well as I realized that this was my gift to her. I felt generosity and love towards my wonderful partner. Her looks of being/feeling desired dancing in her eyes and body gestures would bring rushes of pride to both my heart and crotch. I found myself touching myself hotly when I observed her mouth go into that joyous circular "ooh" as she pressed one of her more endowed dance partner's obvious hard-on tightly against her crotch. I could see that they were whispering to each other looking lustfully into each other's eyes. During a slow dance with her head comfortable on his shoulder my wife gave me a most "come-hither" crotch- stimulating wink. It was at this point that I cut in. Dancing slowly, with her ample breasts crushed heavenly against my chest I asked her if she was having as good a time as it appeared like she was having. With that direct smoky look in her eyes, indicating that she was on fire, she said, "Yes, darling I certainly am having a time of my life. I am so fortunate to have a husband like you in my life. I love you." I told her that I was going home and that she should continue to enjoy herself. I requested that she come home by 3:00 am. "I want you to wake me and tell me of your adventures." My randy thoughts of the rest of her evening and what my wife was most likely experiencing were validated when she came home. I was still awake when a man in a silver Mercedes dropped her off. Watching from our bedroom window, I could see that she looked so happy and satisfied as she got out of his car. I had a clear view of her luscious ass in her tight and tasteful short black skirt as she reached back in to give him a deep parting kiss. I jumped back in bed as I heard her come up the stairs. Quietly I watched as she sat at her vanity and brushed her silky hair before coming to our bed. As she pulled up the covers I opened my eyes and she smiled warmly at me. "Thank you for such a generous and thoughtful gift, my dear husband. Would you like me to share my escapades with you that you so sweetly set up?" "I wouldn't want it any other way. All night long I have been so hot, both at the club watching and dancing with you. Since I've been home I could not stop imagining the pleasures that you were having." "Still having, my dearest," she said as she cuttled up to my chest playfully pinching my nipples with one hand while gently caressing my hard and wanting cock with her other. Without a break in delicious erotic touch she recounted her evening. I learned of a whirlwind of sensations; of desires unleashed, passionate kisses, tight slow dances, hands caressing her breasts and her gorgeous ass, orgasms on the dance floor and her firm and thick juicy lips tightly at home on a most meaty of cocks. Our heat was so enflamed that we could not contain ourselves and quickly found ourselves fucking ever so slowly yet with the passion of wild animals. I came so intensely that I could have believed that my seed was deeper inside her than it had ever been. She was "melting" in my arms as I watched her connect with me in a way that only couples who are committed to knowing themselves and each other can. "I love you so much, my dearest one," she said many times in our passion. And, in our slow motion, forever lasting afterglow, we both quietly acknowledged our great fortune of having each other in our lives. Before we turned off the lights, she looked me lovingly and directly in my eyes. "Thank you for your secure ability to accept my wants and desires and manage the issues that it must bring up for you as you give me them." "I know who you love, dear," I securely told her. "I know that it is me who you ultimately desire and want to be with. We both gift each other." It is one of her gifts to me that I now want to disclose to you gentle reader. But first I need to be vulnerable enough and tell you a bit about me. I am transgendered and at age 42 no longer feel much shame or guilt about this aspect of my life that I once did in my younger years. My loving wife knows of my strong female identified nature. Even early in our relationship, as I do now, I would tell her of the things that girls and women did that I wished I had the opportunity to experience first hand. Understanding my strong identification of things feminine Sandi knew of my frequent wants to have been "one of the girls." I confessed wanting to have been invited to and pampered through slumber parties, giggling, bonding as we talked of boys and tried on the most current makeup and hair styles. My fantasies of wanting to have been a pretty girl at my prom and being married in a beautiful white gown identical to hers, enacting a woman's role on our wedding day were also known to her. Sometimes I wished I could live a week as just another woman and work a high powered job at her firm downtown, her sexy coworker and confidant. In my occasional and most submissive moments I must admit to wanting to be her devoted personal maid waiting on her, providing for her pleasure being my solitary role. I kept no secrets. Even when we were dating I told her of my desires of going on a double date with her. She and I would be the most delicious set of secret girlfriends teasing each other as we teased our dates. She has almost always been accepting of this wonderful side of my personality. She doesn't feel threatened that I would ever want to leave her or have my penis removed (It is one of my favorite body parts and just may be the cutest one on the planet). She feels that my being who and what I am enhances our love and marriage. If my transgendered nature or fantasies occasionally happen to get in our way we communicate honestly until we come to a place of loving choices. We like to believe that we "do" our fantasies. Our fantasies do not "do" us. We always come back to each other. With this in mind, here is one of the many stories that I could tell. In one of our resent loving moments we expressed our desires to recommit to each other in a public wedding ceremony. Sixteen years ago and wanting our wedding to be as free from stress on my lovely bride-to-be, I, and a personal assistant I hired for her, arranged most of the details. This time she requested that she return me that favor. Though it often gave me pleasure I told her that I would be happy to be free from the particulars of setting up a wedding. It was then that she gave that look that makes me melt. It's her look that lets me know that she is up to something "wicked." Something luscious was soon to come my way. My imagination went wild. Would she appear at the altar dressed only in a veil, bra, stockings and "fuck-me-now heels? Maybe we would both be brides this time. This time, would I be the bride and she the groom? At times she has willingly encouraged my crossdressing fantasies by taking on a masculine role in both behavior and attire. All these fantasies fulfilled were possible and I welcomed them all. For weeks, all I was told was the date of the wedding and the short time that would be taken off from work for a second honeymoon. She was bustling around and I was grateful to our friend, Wendy. Wendy took it upon herself to make this wedding special and I knew she would do all she could to meet my wife's wishes. I imagined that Wendy would be the Maid of Honor. The day of our recommitment ceremony had arrived. And, after making gentle love on this beautiful autumn morning of our afternoon wedding, my wife informed me that it was time to get fitted. Lying in her arms I felt so fortunate that we had become dedicated to making our marriage a deeply passionate and playful one. This woman, my soulmate, my heat and best friend always demonstrated her compassion for every aspect of my being. She knew me better than anyone and I her. This was to be a wedding as rich and as loving as our first one. We met Wendy at the salon where she worked part-time. Her other job was as a makeup artist at a local television station. Sandi asked me to help her bring many packages in from the trunk of our car. Once inside the salon she turned to me. "Sweetheart, I'm leaving you in the capable hands of our dearest friend Wendy as I go in another room to get myself ready. Sixteen years ago when we got married it was the happiest day of my life. It continues to be the most wondrous of days for me. It was everything that I wanted it to be. I felt enchanted. As my groom you were most gracious and desirable. You complimented my every want. I felt like a princess, which is such a deserving and entitled feeling. You'd like it. This time, my dear husband, I want to gift you with being the bride. As the bride, I would like you to experience just how touching and pleasurable it is to be the focus of this most feminine acknowledging ceremonies. I know that you'll enjoy the sensations of being sensually transformed into becoming the most contented and beautiful woman at the wedding. I want you to feel yourself lusciously preparing yourself for commitment, love and lust to your mate. I want you to be the center of attention and adoring eyes. I want you to feel what it is like to be the only focus of desire and lust from your wanting partner. Let me gift you this darling." My eyes sparkled and my heart skipped a beat. I was taken by her love for me and kissed her deeply. "Thank you for making a dream come true." "Wendy dear, work your magic. I want this bride to be ravishing. Turning back to me she said, "See you at the ceremony dear heart." As she was leaving the room I imagined that we were both going to be brides this time round and looked forward to sharing this with my loving wife. But now I looked forward to being transformed by Wendy's talents into a sweet and attractive bride. If anyone could do it, it was Wendy. My wife and I were always taken by her smart and provocative style. Her clothing and makeup were always tasteful and elegant. Never overdone. Always perfect. I was shown to the back bathroom to shower my hair and remove the "Magic Shave" hair remover lotion that Wendy placed on my face and body. Without the hair on my body my transformation had begun. And once out of the shower, I found that I could not stop myself from caressing my silky legs and torso. My whole body trembled as my fingers purposefully grazed across my right nipple now surrounded by a hairless, very small but fleshy breast. "Enjoying the change already, girl?" Wendy said, smiling widely. "Here, put these on. I'll then place a smock over your clothes and have you step into my parlor, Andrea." It was then that I knew Wendy been told my "femme" name by my wife. As I stepped into the most beautiful lacey panties my penis revealed my excitement. Smiling wickedly, Wendy stated, " I had a suspicion that this would happen. Can't have your naughty hard-on ruining the lines of your wedding dress, at least not just yet. I have just the thing. I've dressed a few cross-dressers and drag queens in my line of work and have learned a thing or two. Grabbing my semi-erect member from behind she pulled it between my legs and used sports-tape to hold it snuggly in place. Thank the Goddess that this was not too uncomfortable. In fact, I enjoyed feeling bound into place. I quickly put on the coordinated panty and bra set after Wendy had used adhesive to secure the most natural looking set of artificial breasts to my chest. I could not help but enjoy this pleasant weight and tug on my chest and was just thrilled that they jiggled naturally as I settled into her makeup and styling chair. Once in her chair she placed a smock over me. As I breathed I became thrilled to watch my breasts rise and fall with each inhale and exhale. While she was working her magic we enjoyed the most pleasant conversations about how wonderful it was to have such loving friendships in our lives. She hoped that when she eventually got married she might find a partner as adventurous and as loving as Sandi and I were to each other. What my dear friend Wendy did was nothing short of amazing. I am 42 years old and have lost some of the androgynous look that I relished when I was younger making it easier for me to pass well. But looking in the mirror now that she had completed her skills made me so happy. I was pretty. My hair was colored, cut and styled into a soft set of ringlets, which framed and cascaded around my face. My finger and toenails were painted a stunning shade of translucent pink drawing in attention with each delicate gesture. And, where did the years go from my face? With confidence and pleasure, my reflection was that of a younger woman in her mid-thirties. It would take the closest scrutiny to look at me now and believe that I was ever male. My eyes were doe-like and seductive. My blush reflected my contentment. But it was my lips that I was taken aback by. They were as kissable as any lips that I had seen gracing the faces of many a fashion model. Wet, pouty and impossible to ignore. Who could resist? I imagined Sandi in a nearby room undergoing a similar transformation. We would make the most beautiful brides. "Let's finish dressing you, Andrea." I was corseted and petty-coated. My dress was elegant. Graceful and bowled along my bare shoulders it was a treasure of lace and small pearl settings. My sleeves covered mid way down my feminine hands and my dress flowed willowy to the floor. Wendy placed one pearl-drop earring and one small golden hoop in each lobe. Then she sprayed my neck with just a hint of Taboo perfume before crowning me with my veil. "Andrea, I am taken by the ease at which you have moved into such a natural feminine stance. If I have not known you for years as male I would have a hard time believing that you are anything but female. It is as if you are just another of my wonderful girlfriends that I have prepared for her wedding day. Let's play like this again sometime in the future, okay?" "What sweet things you say, Wendy. I'd like to take you up on your offer sometime. Right now I am a bit overwhelmed. I feel so feminine and graceful. I know that I am male but feel so female and ladylike as I ever imagined I could. I am so grateful that this is happening to me. Thank you." Wendy looked at her watch. "Oh my God, where did the time go. I've got to get dressed myself. I also have to check in on Sandi to see how her transformation is going. I'll be back in a few moments, Andrea. Take some time to enjoy how pretty you look and feel. Think about your wedding. And of course, she said with a mischievous glint to her eyes, "Take even more time to think about the lustful fun you'll have on your honeymoon." I sat in a nearby chair reflecting on my good fortune. I was in love with such a giving partner who was now gifting me with one of my most cherished fantasies. The time and effort that she must have put into this gift must have been incredible. As moments passed, my thoughts softened further and I found myself reflecting at what a lucky girl I was. Surrounded by such love and friends. I was about to be wed. I felt like a princess. And, I couldn't wait to show my gratitude in our hotel suite tonight. I would use all of my feminine charms to seduce and satisfy. Wendy broke through my thoughts as she rushed into the room looking beautiful in her bridesmaid gown. "It's time, Andrea." She took my arm and at the back of the synagogue she did some final primping and then handed me my bouquet. "You look radiant, Andrea. I am so happy for you she squeaked as she gave me a soft kiss on my cheek. She walked me over to Ken Browning, an older friend of Sandi's and mine. "I'm going to take my place at the altar now. Ken has agreed to stand in for you as your father." Ken turned to me and placed both of my hands in his. "I am honored to 'give you away' Andrea. This is such a happy occasion. Please take my arm and I'll walk you down the isle." It is hard to describe the intensity of my feelings. I had fallen so easily into this role that I truly felt as if I was a daughter being walked down the isle by my father. The music was playing and I was just so happy. Everyone on each side of the isle oo'ed and aww'ed. The women said that I was beautiful. And, I could clearly tell that many of my male friends present were impressed by my transformation. Halfway down the isle I became aware of something that I was not expecting. I suddenly noticed my wife, Sandi standing next to Wendy in a matching bridesmaid dress. I found myself looking at her curiously. She blew me a kiss and then shot me one of her famous all too revealing winks as she nudged her head knowingly to the right. Still in a bit of a slow-motion daze I shyly glanced to her right. On the other side of the Rabbi stood this very handsome dark haired man. Yikes! Sandi hadn't intended to be a bride at all today. She wasn't even going to be my groom. She was my maid of honor. She had somehow arranged this unknown yet familiar looking man for me to wed. My heart began to quicken as I took my place near the podium. As I handed Sandi my flowers she placed her arm on mine and whispered, "Don't be nervous, darling. Most girls get a case of the 'butterflies' on their wedding day. You however, need nothing to fear. You look beautiful and I love you. Remember I would do nothing to harm you my dearest one. This is just my gift to you sweet Andrea. You are free to take this journey as far as you feel comfortable." I turned and faced my soon-to-be husband. I'm 5'10'' inches and of medium build. And, in my three-inch heels I made a towering woman. I was so very glad that he was at least 6'3''. He had thick jet-black hair and deep green eyes with a mischievous twinkle. He looked to be about my age and he obviously worked out. Now, in my male persona I wouldn't have given this man before me much thought. However, as a woman I was having different feelings all together. I found thoughts forming in my mind like, "he is rather charming looking. Boyish when he smiles." Actually, I was quickly finding him both adorable and handsome. I wondered how he would hold me. Did he find me desirable? It was clear that I found him desirable. I wanted to know what he smelled like. Was his chest hairy? I wanted to taste him. Now! I blossomed from my dreamy bubble and I discovered myself actually licking my lips with desire for him. And, as I became aware of my thoughts and actions I suddenly looked directly at my husband-to-be becoming acutely aware that he was enjoying having this lustful effect on me. I liked that, too. There would be no turning back now. I would see this through. I had checked my male persona at the door. I was now a woman standing before her friends, relatives and other loved ones ready to pledge my commitment to my man. So this is what it felt like. Mmm. He took both my hands in his. The rabbi started our vows. It was here that I learned that his name was Benjamin Allen Grant. I felt delightfully outside myself when Benjamin caressed my hand as he slipped on a most beautiful wedding band. My hand never looked so elegant and graceful. Looking intently in my groom's eyes I felt my heart skip a beat when he said, "I do." And when it was my turn to say my vows I could feel Sandi's eyes lovingly focused on me as I said in a soft but sure feminine tone, "I do." As of this moment people were cheering wildly. And then Benjamin began what I will remember as one of the most feminine experiences I ever would have. He tenderly lifted my veil and tilted my head back by gently placing one hand at my chin. I closed my eyes and felt his lips firmly on mine embraced in a passionate hold. I floated my arms through his and placed them tenderly on his back as I pulled him closer towards me. I felt myself surrendering to this man. I was convinced that I had truly become a fulfilled woman at this very moment. I was content. I was confident. And, I was ready for my honeymoon. However, the honeymoon would have to wait just a little while longer. There were people to greet, toasts to be made, pictures to be taken, cake to be eaten, dances to be danced and after meeting a few of Benjamin's relatives, drunks to be warded off. As we walked down the isle I turned to my groom, looked him squarely but ever so sweetly in his eyes. "You do know who and what I really am?" " Yes of course I do, Andrea. For weeks Sandi has been setting us up for this very moment." My love for my wife grew exponentially when I heard this. How blessed I was to have her arrange all this for me. "It is my pleasure to be such an intrical part of all this. You make a very fetching and appealing woman. I have never been with someone like you before. I am taken by the idea of being with a woman with a little something extra. I blushed. Additionally, it will be a relief to finally stop hearing my parents constantly ask me when I plan to get married. That's them in the front row. They've come all the way from New York to be here. Come, sweetheart," he said firmly grabbing my hand. "Let me introduce you to them." "Double Yikes!" Things were beginning to feel a bit like a predictable sitcom. Both Sandi and Wendy were clearly enjoying my dilemma. Their shrieks of laughter would have been infectious if it were not me that was decked out in such feminine splendor meeting my new in-laws for the first time. However, after a few moments I was getting back into my role. I pleasantly found myself enjoying Benjamin as he held me firmly in his arm proudly presenting me to his parents. I was royally fussed over and told by his mother that, "I made such a beautiful bride. The prettiest girl that he'd ever dated." (I doubted that this was true, but it was sweet of her to say it). Nonetheless, things were going so well that when my new "parents" weren't looking I stuck out my tongue childishly at my mocking girlfriends. They giggled and blew me kisses. I not only survived but also thoroughly enjoyed all the traditional wedding rituals. I was hugged and kissed by practically everybody at the wedding. Wendy showered me with compliments on pulling off such a feminine performance. Sandi however knew that it was not a performance but a dream come true for me. Over and over she said how good it felt to see me so happy. We were showered with rice as we ran down the steps to Benjamin's car, a silver Mercedes. Wouldn't you know it? It was the silver Mercedes that was briefly parked outside our house this past Valentine's Day when I gifted Sandi with one of her fantasies come true. So Benjamin was another cherished hot and juicy adventure that we would share. Once again I recalled them dancing at the club. Their bodies pressed ever so tightly together. The look in her eyes and on her mouth when she felt his penis pressed urgently against her. When did she take him in her mouth? These thoughts of them did not make me jealous. They only made me hotter for him. I wanted him to ravish me and I wanted to taste every single inch of his body. Once seated in his car I cupped his right cheek with my hand and kissed him wantonly and dare I say it, wifely. I could barely wait till we'd arrive at our hotel suite. *The honeymoon Outside the hotel lobby, the valet opened my door and put out his hand for me to take. I smiled pleasantly as I graciously accepted his gesture. Once inside, I enjoyed having Benjamin and the bellhop handle the reservations and luggage. It felt an equitable turnabout for all the years when I assumed similar masculine responsibility for Sandi. It was my turn now to feel like the princess and I loved it. Snuggling up to Benjamin's arm we walked as newlyweds would as we made our way to our hotel suite. When we reached our door Benjamin scooped me off my feet and held me in his arms. I squealed like a schoolgirl and folded my arms around his muscular shoulders. "Shall I take you into our chamber of love, Mrs. Benjamin Allen Grant?" "I can hardly wait, Mr. Benjamin Allen Grant." Man-oh-man, was I ever having fun. "You know once inside I'm expecting you to perform your wifely duties," he said with the cutest wink. "You haven't yet given me the satisfaction of going all the way with you." "I guess that I'm just the kind of girl who has been saving myself until we got married," I teased back. "Well momma, we're married now." Holding me in his arms he opened the door and carried me to our suite. On the table was the most beautiful bouquet of flowers. "I'm sure they are for you, darling," he said as he gently put me down. "I will be waiting for you in our bedroom." The bouquet was full of exotic and beautiful Hawaiian flowers and orchids. Only one person would know exactly what flowers to send me. Of course they would have to be from Sandi. I began to cry joyously as I read her note accompanying this gift. Dear Andrea, All women want their wedding day and honeymoon to be the most memorable days of their lives. Mine were and I have only you to thank for that. This time I want you to experience this loveliness from your most feminine position. A position once denied because of your biological sex. For this weekend, deny yourself these pleasures no longer. Andrea, I know you and what you want. And, because I love you I want you to accept all my gifts. I've arranged to have all your jewelry, makeup and the most sensuous of outfits that you will need already here in your bridal suite. I'm especially pleased with the nightie that I want you to wear as you consummate your marriage. Give in to all the wants that you have denied and enjoy being the most beautiful bride that I got so off on today at your wedding. Do everything that I would do (wink, wink). With a love as bottomless as the deepest canyons, Sandi Hearing my tears Benjamin called out from the bedroom. "A touching letter?" "The best." I was the luckiest and most fortunate person in the whole world. I believed that no one could have ever been as loved as I was. I could have died right then and still have been so very happy. But now was certainly not the time to die. No sir, I was given and felt the permission to live life to the fullest and I intended to start right now. I walked confidently into the bedroom and found Benjamin undressed and waiting for me in our bed. He does work out I thought lustfully to myself. Sitting down next to him I planted a deeply connecting kiss on his full and inviting lips. "Wait just awhile longer, darling. It will be worth it. I want to freshen up and make myself more presentable to you." "You look just fine but go ahead and have your fun. I know how girls like to make themselves ready for their men." "Well this one certainly does." Once in the bathroom, hanging on the door, I saw the nightie that Sandi wanted me to wear. It was identical to the one I purchased her for our honeymoon. Low cut and sexy. (Thank the goddess, for my realistic looking and feeling breast forms). The lace trim conveyed innocence wanting to be taken. I put it on feeling my sexual tension becoming increasingly charged. I pulled up the white stockings along my silky legs and attached them to my garters. My panties were next. And, of course, all that was left now for me to put on were a pair of four inch white pumps. I was now dressed identical to how Sandi was for me on our honeymoon night. She would be here with me. I changed my makeup to more dark and sultry shades for better bedroom celebrations. I loved tracing my lips with lipstick. Somehow this act felt most feminizing. Even being acutely aware of the stirrings in my weenie, I still felt all woman. I primped my hair. Looking in the mirror I was turned on by my own reflection. I felt a little scared but oh so lustful. Smacking my lips I was ready. Standing demurely in the frame of the bathroom door with the lights soft and low I wanted Benjamin to visually take all of me in. "You look wonderful, Andrea. Come here. I do believe that I must have you now." I took my time walking over to the bed. Benjamin pulled back the covers invitingly. I placed my body directly on top of his. My breasts pressed into his chest. He shuttered. My, he does want me I celebrated in my lusty mind. With his face cradled in my long fingers I began. He began. "Let me fulfill you, dear husband, like you have never been before. And, give me all your passion without holding back." Our lips locked. He tightened his arms around me. I could smell his musty scent and it fueled my excitement. His tongue invaded my mouth. I moaned. I purred. I raised my passion to meet his. I could sense my body reacting in rushes as I felt his manhood growing larger and firmer with each passionate touch or mouthful of heat. Harder and harder he became as I pushed my pelvis back into his. His want for me and for satisfaction was so urgently apparent. His cock was begging for my attention. I, in return, now had only one focus in my life. I had to have him. I had to have his cock in my mouth. I had to see it, feel it and taste it. Like a cat I pounced upon the object of my desire. God, what a cock he had. I may have had the cutest one but Benjamin processed certainly a most succulent one. Eight inches long of thick manhood cropping impressively out of a nest of jet black hair. And, the head of his penis was beautiful. That was the only way it could be described. Perfectly proportioned and bulbous. Even the veins on his shaft were gorgeous. I hungered for it. I just had to have him in my mouth. And, I wanted so hard to please. I kneeled in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed his thick hairy legs set wide apart. Without taking my eyes off of his I wrapped both of my soft hands around his shaft and pumped him deliberately and slowly. "God, Andrea that feels so good." I continued this way for many lusty minutes feeling my heat rising and taking in all the pleasure that was expressed in his face. "Please don't come yet, my husband. There is so much more that I want to do to you." I pulled back my hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear in a gesture that I have seen women do as a prelude to a most intimate of acts. Only this time I was the woman doing it. I bent forward and placed my ruby stained lips tightly around the crown of Benjamin's beautiful cock. Licking it and licking it, firmly as if it were the last ice cream cone on this earth. I was doing it. I was doing him. I was a wanton cocksucker. And, I loved having him in my mouth. And I pumped and I licked and I stroked and I pumped and I desired. Benjamin's moans of pleasure grew louder and louder as he held my head in place with his forceful hands. And I moaned as I sucked as I pumped. And as I took him in deeper and deeper I could feel that he was closer and nearer to cuming. I wanted to taste him, to swallow, to relish every last thick drop of his sperm. And my passion was growing and growing. Ben was moaning and squirming and I sucked harder and harder. Now! Now! Now! "Oh, my God..." He jolted backwards in helpless release and his cocked pumped his seed deep into my throat again and again and again. More, I wanted more. More! Cum poured generously out of my mouth, as I could not contain it all. I loved the taste of his cum and the smell of his manhood and I could no longer contain myself, rubbed myself firmly and came like a rocket blasting, hurtling into space. Still holding his cock firmly I lifted my head and I screamed and I screamed and I screamed out in pleasure... And at last I collapsed in his lap. He pulled me up and gave me the most thankful of kisses. "God you were great, Andrea. Here, let me hold you for awhile." I liked feeling both spent and protected in his arms. I'm sure that I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. I awoke gently from a sweet dream a few hours later. The smell of sex still hung in the air. I could hear Ben snoring softly as I sleepily became aware of a stirring around my ass. We were lying side by side with me spooned on the inside. Between the cheeks of my butt I could feel Benjamin's penis gently twitching and probing. I liked cradling his rod between my cheeks and soon found myself rocking my pelvis back and forth to excite my plaything further. I was used to being on the other side of this most enjoyable of caresses with Sandi. She'd love the feeling of my cock growing in response to the gyrations of her womanly ass. I could almost hear her saying one of my favorite of her come-hither expressions, "Park it here, mister." Back and forth I rocked and with each gyration Benjamin's cock sprang more to life. I couldn't get my ass deep enough into his crotch. I closed my eyes and lusted against his now rock hard pole, my breath shortening. He woke up and quickly turned me on my knees. Getting behind me and pulling on my hips he encouraged me to tightly entice his cock further with the cheeks of my ass. I felt his cock growing as he slowly massaged my cheeks. Our sweat mingling as our passion intensified. Opening the nightstand drawer he pulled out a tube of K-Y jelly and started to grease his manhood. He then stuck a finger in and started to rim my anus. Ohh. I knew what was coming soon and felt myself melting and wanting. I cradled my head into my arms as I raised my ass to meet the head of his cock. "Do me, Darling. Do me now," I begged. And, do me he did. With tenderness and caring he slowly spread me apart with the head of his cock teasing me until I firmly gripped my sphincter selfishly around it. "I got you now, Benjamin and I'm not going to let you go until you finish consummating our marriage." "I wouldn't have it any other way, my sweet lustful bride. Come to Daddy." Time lost all meaning and all I was aware of were heavenly sensations. The heavy breathing. The scent of our musk in the air. His strong hands gripped tightly around my hips. And, his cock snug in my ass. Thrusting and thrusting, deeper and deeper into me he went. There was no pain, only the most intimate of pleasures. Deeper and deeper I pushed my ass down around his cock, cooing and moaning. "Oh, my darling husband, make me yours." Benjamin's moaning got louder. I knew I was making him wild with lust and soon he would no longer be able to contain himself. I felt triumphant in my power to turn him on so. And, I was losing control as well. "Go deeper, honey. Deeper. Tear me in two." I could feel him nearer and nearer to cuming. It wouldn't be long now and this thought only heightened my own excitement. "Oh, Andrea," he pleaded. "I'm cuming. I'm going to... cum." He pulled me tighter to him than I thought possible as he roared out in pleasure. I could feel his warm seed pumping deep into me over and over and many times over again. "Oh my darling," I screamed from the nastiest part of my throat as I felt myself go into heavenly spasm. "Fill me." And, fill me he did. His thick sperm, warming my belly, my heart and my soul. We breathed like animals until we collapsed. His heavy body pressing on my own. And, in this position we stayed until he softened and slipped out of me. We turned over on our backs, faces turned and smiled sweetly at each other. "Whew," we said in harmony. My eyelids fluttered closed as I savored each drop of his cum dripping out of my hole as I lay in the wettest of wet spots. I felt like I could sleep for weeks. The rest of the weekend continued with such carnal delights, dear reader. However, I'd like to keep some details to myself. A girl likes to have some secret for her own. *Benjamin's house. On Monday morning we checked out of the hotel. Benjamin wanted to take me to his house. I spent extra time making myself into his most adorable bride. I made myself up for day- light using subtler colors. My lip-gloss glistened innocently across my mouth. Sandi left me a pink cashmere blouse to wear accompanied by a skirt so tight that I was somewhat forced to walk in small restrictive steps, my thighs rubbing obscenely together. I was still amazed that the adhesive for my breast forms held tight. I must admit that I was beginning to wish that my highly sensitive nipples could get some needed attention. "Quite a lovely house you have, Benjamin." "Our house, you mean. Remember we're married now." Hmm, this was an unforeseen turn of events. I let myself settle into this space and began to imagine the changes I might create to make myself feel more at home here. I mean it was such a lovely and spacious house but could use my woman's touch. Boy, was I getting into my role. I allowed this kind of thinking to continue, especially when Benjamin walked me into our bedroom. A more-than-comfortable room surrounded by large windows overlooking beautiful desert landscapes, which surrounded his, I mean mine, I mean, our house. This was getting confusing. I stared at our bed lasciviously. With a twinkle in his eyes he turned to me and then held me in his strong arms. Without wearing my heels I felt wondrously delicate and small. "You know, my parents are expecting grandchildren soon," he kidded. My descent into womanhood felt so complete that I truly began to imagine what our children would look like. I combined our features. I thought of myself giving birth to two children. A girl and a boy. Feeding them from my breast and softening into the joys of motherhood. However, this fantasy shortened quickly as I turned my thoughts to just how much I would enjoy conceiving our children. Smiling widely as I nodded towards our bed, "Lets go make some babies." * The next morning. Benjamin was to drop me off for brunch with Sandi and Wendy on his way to work. This morning had been as lustful as all the others had and I could feel his cum still oozing out of my hole even after my shower. I decided that I wanted to savoir it. So I put a maxi pad in my panties. This way I could be reminded of my hubby all day long as his juices ran out from inside me without staining my clothes. I felt pretty in a dress of three floaty and rose patterned tiers of sensuous fabric and sleeveless tank straps. This was another outfit that Sandi bought me to wear. I put three rings on each hand and multiple bracelets. Looking in the mirror I was excited by my reflection. I still had the look of a sunning woman in her mid thirties. I was really getting better at doing my makeup. My painted toenails peeking out from my sandals made me smile and my beaded earring jingled sweet musical tones with each delicate turn of my head. I finished the last luscious swipe of my lipstick as I heard Benjamin call out. "Honey, I'm ready. Your carriage awaits." I looked forward to being with my girlfriends again. I had much to share about my honeymoon and was interested in what had been going on in their lives, especially Sandi's. I knew she would not be just sitting idly by waiting for my return. I placed my lipstick in and closed my purse. "Coming, Sweetheart." *Lunch with the girls Benjamin and I walked up to their table hand and hand. "Sandi, I really must thank you for introducing me to Andrea," said my hubby. "She has been everything that you described and then some. I owe you big time. Have a great lunch girls. And Andrea," he said with that boyish gleam in his eyes that I found so appealing, "be kind about what you say about me." Then suddenly before he turned to leave he literally lifted me off my feet and gave me a most heart stopping-I want you to carry my babies kind of a kiss. For a while I was swept away speechless. "Oh baby, oh Baby," sighed Wendy. "I wish I could share some of that sometime." "Pay her very little attention, Mrs. Benjamin Allen Grant. She's just jealous and horny because her Friday night date soured so quickly." With a wide grin, I said, "Why don't you set Wendy up with one of your beefy friends, Sandi? You seem to be a good match maker." "You know, I think that I really am very good at it," she boasted. "Especially, if we are judging my efforts by that healthy rosy glow on your cheeks, Andrea. You and Benjamin seem to be quite the dreamy match." "This rosy glow might just be a bit of Max Factor you know." "Really?" Biting my lower lip, I sat down. Slowly I slumped in my chair, blissfully exhausted still relishing his cum oozing out of me. "I thought so," shrieked Sandi hardly containing her excitement. "You are positively blissed out girl, aren't you?" "This is just so marvy," cheered Wendy. "Well girl, spill it. Inquiring minds, and the orgasmicly deprived, want to know." Using one of our favorite inside expressions I looked at Sandi, and smiled contently. "I certainly am having a time of my life." Wendy's cellular phone rings. She answers it as I shift my chair closer to Sandi. "Oh, pooh. Just when it was getting juicy, duty calls. The local weatherman can't find that ratty wig of his blown off by those nasty winds which he didn't predict. Later girls." We waved goodbye to Wendy. Turning to me inquisitively Sandi searched deeply into my eyes. "So, Andrea," Sandi slyly smiled, "did you snag a good one? How is your dear husband? Is he attentive to your needs?" "I have been pampered and pleased, courted and worshipped. He is everything a girl like me," I winked, "could want." "I know in time I will insist on hearing about all your adventures with Benjamin, but tell me now the most dangerous thing that you did. I know of your penchant for sex in public places. "You'll like this story. Benjamin took me out for dinner and dancing Saturday evening. I wore the dress with the tiger lily prints that you gave me. You know, the one that barely covers my hips. Quite a hot number but does little for protecting modesty. Well anyway, Benjamin constantly kissed, touched, flirted and teased me in front of everyone, waiters, cabbies, and other patrons of the restaurant and hotel. I loved it. At the restaurant while I was trying to order he stroked my upper thigh erotically. I could barely speak. He kept me at the height of sexual arousal without providing release. However, upon return to our room we went out to our balcony where he took me from behind. I held on to the railing to keep myself from falling over as he pumped and pumped into my lusty hole. I could not contain myself or be quiet with my passion. I was screaming with lust. I could see people in the opposite building turning on their lights. I knew they were watching but I didn't care. When I couldn't take it any longer I begged Benjamin to release my fire. I thought that he'd take me back inside. Instead, he lifts up the front of my dress and pulls down my panties. With two hands on my cock he begins to pump me. My exposure to the world flames me even more. And as he ejaculates inside of me I explode myself sending multiple arcs of sperm diving into the courtyard below. When our excitement cooled down we became aware of the voices of others that were watching us. We thought it best to retreat back into our room." "Wow, Andrea. You are lucky you weren't arrested, girl. I could imagine that if you were arrested that you'd be the girlfriend of everyone in cellblock C." "Eww. I don't even want to think about that. Anyhow, possible consequences aside, the experience was dangerously hot." Becoming serious, Sandi turned to me resting her hands on top of mine. Darling, giving you the opportunity to live out many of your fantasies has been a most heartfelt and generous gesture that I truly wanted to gift you with. I've known that you are different than most other men, with desires that are less familiar to those who share you biological sex. Tell me of how these past few days have been for you. What has entered that pretty little head of yours now that Andrea has been unleashed unconditionally? I truly want to know. It is my desire to always see you for who you are." "Thank you, sweetie. Though I've given myself permission to follow many carnal desires and fantasies fulfilled I have also been thinking about me, my core self and us a lot. The past few days have validated what I know about me to be true. Though happy to be male-identified, I am additionally and intrinsically female-identified as well in my thoughts, image, identity and desires. Most of the time I am quite content doing my male role thing. I have a lot, which compliments the male side of my personality. It has gifted me well. I have you, my male/masculine history, experience, and privilege. But my heart and thoughts seem just as much female as male. If I reflect back on my life and conditioning I probably could site the many wonderful reasons why I am like this, but ultimately the whys are not important. What is important is to acknowledge that this side of my personality is central to my being, as is the side of me that is masculine. My identity as a woman is as real and as important to me as my ability to breathe. It is not a part of me that I am willing to give up nor will it go away. So as for why I'm so female identified, I guess I could simply say that it's just the way I'm hard-wired." "You mean cross-wired don't you?" Sandi countered, chuckling. "Very funny. But you are probably right. Being able to experience myself from both sides of the looking glass makes me feel whole. Both maleness and femaleness though not as dissimilar as many may want to believe each role in gender offers their own individual treasures. This whole weekend has been most liberating. You have given me the gift of myself. And during this time, I have experienced finally letting go of this sad sense of always missing out on experiences that I believe were meant and destined to be for me, regardless of my birth sex. I clearly know that without acknowledgement or expression of my feminine aspects I feel I deny myself who and what I am as a total being. Denial of myself of my essence never feels healthy. This generous gift of yours has been I blessing. It has been so liberating being Andrea. I feel released and I feel so very happy." I could see that she was taking this all in, listening as if how we would live our lives together depended on understanding and integration of my special nature. Sheepishly she asked me the question that I knew was coming. "Do you prefer being Andrea?" "What I prefer is expressing all that I am which makes me my most authentic self. But I won't avoid the question that I believe you are really asking. I choose to live my life with you as your husband. I love and adore you. I cherish our relationship that we have as husband and wife. This part of me is so precious. I don't want what we have and mean to each other or for our relationship to ever go away, darling. But, I also cherish the aspects of my feminine nature and the love, power and compassion it can bring to our lives and mine. I don't ever want to be placed in the position of being one aspect of myself at the exclusion of another. I believe that there is balance here. This side of me is fluid like all the other aspects of me. Sometimes it's more obvious as it was this weekend. Other times it might be expressed in more subtle ways like the way that I caress you. I do know that I prefer to spend some time with myself and with you as I am now, fully realized as Andrea. This makes me feel whole and oh so very happy. I ultimately feel peaceful. Thank you again from the bottom of my heart giving me this freedom and release. Does this make attend to your questions, wants and needs?" "Yes, Andrea, I believe that it does. Thank you for your ever-present courage, integrity and honesty. The challenge that this presents us, from time to time, I hope to thank you for later as we gracefully understand and integrate this all. I just had to know that you were not going to steal my husband away from me." "That has never been my intention. I know this sounds strange, but without acknowledging me you will never fully know your husband." "How poetic, Andrea. I think that I understand you better and how I, you and we, fit in all this. Now that I feel that I will not lose my husband I feel that I can be even more opened to you. You know I really do like you, Andrea. You have all my favorite traits of my husband role up into a pretty package of a sister and closest girlfriend." She reached over and gave me her most reassuring kiss. A kiss that said for better or worse, darling. I'm in it for the long haul. It was time to move the subject on. "Have you been lonely, Sandi while I've been away?" Grinning she said, "No, not really, sweetie. I feel that I have been with you all along. Also, I've been able to imagine what you are going through." Smiling widely she continued. "My thoughts of your probable escapades have provided me with so much juicy material to think of and rub myself to many pleasing orgasms. Additionally, I too have been playing a bit of 'house' myself. Saturday night I distracted myself with this young buck named Ronnie. You don't mind, do you, Andrea?" "Not at all. Luscious distractions from our usual lives seem to be the theme of this weekend." "Even so I now feel that I am missing my husband. I know what you just said but you are still in there aren't you, dear one?" Without hesitation, I dropped by voice back down to its natural deep pitch, looked lovingly into my darling's magical hazel eyes and responded, "Of course I am. And I'm yours for the taking." Without a moment's hesitation, Sandi jumped up, grabbed my hand and forearm and forced me to my feet. "Let's go back to our house, sweetheart." "I can be ready quickly. I suppose that I should leave Benjamin a message at work to let him know that I won't be coming back home to his house." "What a considerate wife you are. But it's no bother. He knows very well that I've planned on reclaiming you now. Lets go home my pretty husband." *Back home. "Wendy left me some adhesive remover so that you can shed your ample bosom. Let me help you with your at-home breast reduction program, Andrea," she teased. Once they were removed I avoided stating the obvious cliche, "well, that takes a lot off my chest," but knew that we were both thinking it anyway. No longer having breasts made me feel a bit exposed and without thinking I quickly put my pretty bra and a blouse back on. It was then that I realized what I had just done, falling into a womanly role and protecting my modesty. "Whoops. Habit, I guess. I imagine that you want me to revert back to my familiar 'manly' self. Before I finished my sentence I could see that something was percolating behind those gorgeous hazel eyes of hers. I could see the lust mounting in her posture. Cocking her head slightly to her right, grazing her upper teeth with her pink and very ripe tongue she said, "Not just yet, sweetie. Just knowing that you have experienced many completely womanly pleasures this weekend has me lusting after you a bit differently right now. Please stay Andrea for me for just a little longer. In truth, I have been thinking of doing you this way ever since I saw your beautiful, painted and inviting lips as you walked down the wedding isle. I wanted to kiss them then and I want to kiss them now. I would like my way with you, girl. Be Andrea a little longer. Be Andrea just for me." We sprang on each other like panthers in heat. I was becoming ever so more turned on as our full crimsoned colored mouths melded together in a sticky embrace. The scents of our perfumes mixing colored our passionate surroundings. Our graceful polished fingers outlined each other delicately. We played with each other through our silky clothing lifting hemlines to caress thighs. Stealing under bra straps to feather shoulder blades. Caressing breasts through the material of our bras. Something was familiar about our passion but there was something different also. Something new and so very stimulating. I could tell that Sandi was clearly making love to me woman to woman. Wow, we were making love as two women would. "Oh, Andrea. Kiss me again. I love the way our lip-sticky mouths glide so sensually against each other. You touch me like no man ever could, girl." Slowly we undressed each other. Lifting her dress over her head was like watching the most beautiful butterfly emerge from her cocoon. Girlishly we pulled our bra straps down our milky shoulders and dropped our panties. Standing before each other naked but for our jewelry. Bodies smooth and silky. Reaching for each other at the same time we walked hand in hand to our bed. Lying on top of me she kissed me fully and softly and slowly. I, in turn, luxuriously circled the globes of her ass cheeks. We were not going to rush anything. And then she arched her back gracefully so that she could bring both hands to my nipples playfully pulling, twisting and pinching them. "Welcome back my little nipple friends," I thought humorously. "I've really missed you." Like the most graceful dancer Sandi pulled back the hair from her face and brought her steamy lips to my right breast. Her mouth forming a perfect "o" around my nipple as she sucked then flittered her tongue against my responding nipple. I shuttered and melted. And as I closed my eyes I felt myself sinking deeper into the mattress. "Oh, Sandi," I cooed. This feels sooo good." I had to return this pleasure. Gently, I turned her on her back tucked my hair behind my ears and cupped her breasts. Twisting her nipples like she likes it. Watching her nipples grow thick and hard with each caress. I took her left nipple into my mouth teasing it with my tongue. I sucked and nourished just like a baby. I was as contented as I was hot. Alternating sucking with the flicking of my tongue in circles, in strokes and in circles again. Her moans are delights made musical. Slowly I lick her belly as I move my tongue and body down towards that beautiful mound of curly brown hair. The pressure of my tongue perfect never tickles only pleasures. I pull Sandi to the edge of the bed and place her legs over my shoulders as I position myself face to face with the other lips of her body. I take in her scent, her wetness. And with determined sensuous strokes of my tongue I start from the bottom of her lips until I reach her clitoral nub. She presses her crotch to move deeper into my face. My tongue swirls slowly and then fast like honeybee wings. She hardens and a rich flow of her juices fills my mouth. How I love how she tastes. The rocking of her pelvis begins to quicken. Her pace was becoming more desperate. I move my tongue in perfect harmony with her body aware of her needs. I feel her fingertips threading through my hair. "Oh, God, Andrea. You are so delightful. Lick sweetie, lick me faster." Her heat is rising and rising. My face is drenched with her juices. I am held in place by her powerful thighs. Sensing her coming climax I continue to lick and suck and probe and to lick. I reach my fingertips of my right hand up and pinch her nipple. And, she begins to tremble uncontrollable. She lets go of all control. Her whole body convulsing in sweet orgasmic pleasure. And, I'm right there taking in it all held snuggly between her trembling thighs. There is nothing but she and I in the world. With her eyes on fire she grabs me and pulls me up to her and rolls me over. She takes in my nipple and begins to suck wantonly as she gyrates her soft fleshy body on my engorged clitoris, my cock, no my clitoris. I can't hold back anymore. I too explode in orgasmic delight as my cum dampens our bellies. And we collapse. She holds me tenderly in her arms for a few loving moments as I nozzle my head on her breast. And because this dance clearly requires an epilog we arrange our bodies so that we can simultaneously lick the cum off each other like two cats at the same saucer bowl. And, when done, she places her arms around me lovingly. I feel so loved. Moments pass and I watch quietly as Sandi rises out of bed. After closing the shutters she lights her candles. I know that the lighting of candles provide her comfort and often are a prelude for romance. "Wait here, darling'" Sandi said as she walks off into our bathroom. She returns with a few sundries. "Sandi, I..." "No, don't speak my love. Just lay back and let me go through this." Slowly and almost ceremoniously, she removed my pretty rings, earrings and bracelets. Then placing remover on a cotton ball she gracefully held my fingers and cleaned off the polish from each nail one by one. Kissing each finger tenderly when she was done. Then she turned to my feet and did the same stealing a few moments to lick the inside of my thighs. "Close your eyes," she requested sweetly. I could feel her placing lotion all about my face in smooth deliberate lines. With a soft cloth she gently wiped the makeup from my face. And when done with that she repeated the motions with a cool washcloth. I was aware of no sounds but my heartbeat and our breathing. And when she was finished she smiled so contently and sweetly and held my face in her loving hands. "There's the man that I love. Welcome home, Andrew." I felt at home and at peace with myself. "It's good to have you back, sweetheart." "I never left. No matter what clothes I wear I am always here." "Maybe so. But, right now it is easier to see my handsome husband without all the glamour. Lowering herself onto my waiting body, she placed her mouth so very close to my face that I could feel her breathe on my skin sending shivers directly to my crotch. Her voice deepened seductively and she whispered, "I've missed you, Andrew and I want you now.'' A switch inside me was tossed and I forcefully grabbed her, turning her so that she was under my weight. I had been through the looking glass and now knew first hand what a woman wants from a man. And, even more excitingly, I knew what this woman wanted. No one would know her better than I would. No man could please her like I could and I would please her now. Never closing my eyes I kissed her with a passion fully on fire. She returned my stare equitably and lustfully. We were locked on to each other. My tongue entered her mouth and she was there to embrace it. Desire and love combined in a heated inferno. I moved to her side without removing my mouth from hers. Slowly and with perfect pressure I moved my left hand over her trembling body. Cupping her breasts and then pinching and twisting her hard nipples. And when I got to her belly she shuttered gutturally. She was mine. I had her now. Lower I moved my hand over her silky frame. And then, I reached the object of my attention. Playfully, swirling her damp pussy hair I could feel my heartbeat quicken. And still our eyes never parted. I found her clitoris and made slow circular motions increasing my pressure. Then caressing my fingers around her opening I felt us both charge in electrical harmony. She was so wet. And, this made me wild. One finger slipped easily into her. Then two. The palm of my hand still caressing her crotch and massaging her stiffening lust button. And still our eyes never parted. The look on her face. The perfectly adult erotic come- hither, I can't control my passion, and I-have-never-been-so-on-fire look flashed me over and over again. Grabbing the back of my head she kissed me harder and more passionately than she had ever before. "Put that cute cock of yours to use. You-must-take-me...now!" We both knew at that moment that no man would make love to her like I could. "Fuck me, my husband. Fuck me deep, hard and long. I was on her. I slipped in her with one forceful thrust of my pelvis. "Oh, darling, again." Reaching over her head I pinned her arms down with my hands. She was going nowhere, to submit to her most loving fleshy desires. She wraps her legs tightly around me. And again I thrusted becoming harder and deeper as she became wetter and wetter. "Oh, my God, Andrew. Oh, my God." And, she began to make her