I can wear that half bra of yours,” Kim inhaled and licked her toy, having finished her Kegel exercises for the afternoon after an even one hundred ...en-second clampings. “I’m going over to the pool.”“Good idea. Maybe that Bruce guy will be there, your boyfriend.”“Come on. He’s gay.” Kim pulled on her one-piece Speedo and looked at herself in the tall mirror, smiling at her hard nipples, as her sister yanked up her bikini bottom. “Hurry up and don’t forget the sunscreen.”“No, he’s not,” Madison. I don't get to dresslike this very often, so I can survive on a small wardrobe of thebarest necessities I've accumulated." How much does your hobby interfere with your marital ---compatibility?" That's a joke! What compatibility? Ha! What drove me to crossdressingin the beginning was pure envy. We were deeply in love when we gotmarried. I worshipped the ground she walked on. She wanted to havechildren, so we had two, early on. Then, our undying ardor slowlyslipped away while our children were. “I’ve never seen a security clearance as high as yours when I picked up your orders.”“When I left the school, I was issued one of the radios in a large locked shipping container. You have to have a hand truck to move it, the box is that heavy. It has everything but the kitchen sink in it, and I wouldn’t be surprised to find a sink in there somewhere,” I told him.“Well, get your shit together, we leave in an hour,” he said. “Oh by the way, I’m Master Sergeant Sawyer,” he added, shaking his head. Soon enough Becky and I were kissing hungrily, losing ourselves in the delicious madness of incest. I had never been so sexually excited in my life. She climbed on top of me, her mouth never leaving mine. We continued to share hungry kisses, our oiled bodies sliding and slipping together. She wedged a hand between us to grope my breasts, her palm gliding over my aching nipples. I moaned into her mouth. Becky drew away from me to whisper, "Touch me, Mom." How could I resist such a sweet.