Well, maybe just plain oldhormonal surges were to blame. But stress made it harder to resist theurge when it hit."Urge" is probably too soft a word. W...en the compulsion to cross-dresshit, I called it being "in the grip." When I was in the grip, thoughts ofwhat I would wear as a girl, and how I would look as a girl, consumed me.I oftened called getting en femme "girling," since I wasn't justdressing.I was normally able to quell the urge, out of deference to my wife, whomade it clear that she. “I told you I could make you squirt,” Mike spoke as he rose from between her legs up onto his feet, clearly proud of himself as he looked down at the messy puddle that was once my wife.Totally out of breath with a wide grin she responded, “I haven’t cum that hard in years. I mean David makes me cum, but he hasn’t made me squirt like that in long time." She sat up and felt the seat below her. "Fuck, the couch is a mess. Why did you do that?”Mike chuckled to himself and began unbuckling his. "Did I tell you last time that you give great head?" "No." "Well you do. Honestly, the best I've ever had... Now get in the back, I want to show you something I learned in college." I climbed in the back excitedly and Brad put me on my knees dropping my panties to the floor of his Jeep. The middle seat was folded down like before to give us room. Had he planned this? I wondered how many girls Brad had brought to the back of his Jeep as his hands spread my ass cheeks and his gruff face pressed. ...for a girl.The house was strangely quiet without Caroline but Katie still followedher morning routine and dress code and arrived in the kitchen after Triciafor a change. As they sat eating a quick breakfast Tricia checked thatKatie knew she still expected pictures from her through the day when sheneeded to wee, and asked for a quick twirl before she went. It didn't seemso embarrassing to have to show her knickers to Tricia and she almostproudly lifted her skirt for her. Tricia pulled her.