Crossdressing Stories: The Busted Banker
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“Come on, sis,” Cathy said. “It was all spontaneous, you know? It really has been quite a long time since I last seen your husband.”
“I agree it has. But you know he is just coming back from work, don’t you? Why don’t you let him at least come into the house before you start catching up on whatever it is you want to catch up on?”
Cathy turned to Morgan with a smile. “Your wife is right. Sorry Morgan.”
Morgan came into the house and hugged his wife. There was no doubt that there was a big difference. Unlike when he had held onto Cathy’s supple body, he was not having any lewd and naughty thoughts going on in his head.
He was still thinking of Cathy’s body when his wife broke away from him. She regarded him with a frown. “What is wrong with you?”
He blinked. “Me? I don’t understand.”
“You don’t understand?”
“No. Seriously, I don’t.”
