Lover of women

This is a story. I had previously written the story of my marriage to Sahar Zanpoosh, but for some reason it was half-finished. I started buying clothes that I liked. When I wore them, it made me feel good and I was aroused. The feeling of wearing women's socks was great, but I had no desire to be a bot. Being someone who wore women's clothes to attract customers or being money or not being interested in my fantasy I met someone on the astronomer's site. He greeted us and we went to the telegram and talked about our fantasies and exchanged photos, but our main problem was the place. We talked for a while and we were insects, we knew what we wanted, we went to youThe bedroom opened the drawer of his wife's clothes. It was great. Everything was all kinds of underwear and socks and gloves and tights and everything he needed. First he stripped naked and then he took my clothes. We had known all our interests. And we wore black socks. It was great. The stage was bad. The socks were the same color as the shirt and socks. Then it was the turn of the bras. And then he put on a postage, it was great, he started to decorate me. He also gave me a postage. We looked at the perfect woman, we knew what we wanted, we kissed each other, we wanted to, we did not understand howBut we were quickly wearing shirts, bras, socks, and socks. She was lying on the edge of the bed and she was walking with her legs on her back. She was rubbing her socks on my back. I was lying on my back. Tell me this story so that I can continue and tell me what you would like to add to the written story