I stroked the sides of my face, shivers danced through me, my vision was ever so slightly blurred by the plastic eye covers of the mask.I jumped as tw... knocks rang out on the wooden door of the cubicle.I reached forward and opened the cubicle door, on the other side was a man dressed similar to myself but minus the urinal mask.He was muscular and the skintight latex accentuated his body in the best way possible.I could see hislarge rubber cock in front of him in a sheath, the sheath seemed to. I sucked and was fucked by many men in such places as derelict buildings, bushes, cottages, back of vans and in cars.However, it was not until I moved away from home in my mid-twenties that I really developed my lust to dress. I started to buy underwear and then full outfits. I loved the thrill of the way shop assistants looked at me when I paid for the goods. I loved to dress and walk in the park, see what I could pick up at a cottage and this was mostly successful. I think this led to my. Why dont we go for a swim in our pool, and then we can come inside and continue where we left off. I said to her that I didnt have my bikini with me. And she replied ,who these days uses those anymore, and with a wink took my hand and walked out to her pool, and jumped right in. As we were swimming around, i didnt realize where she was until she popped right infront of myface. She took me in her arms and kissed me. I could feel her hands on my buttocks. She looked at me and asked what I wanted. . really niceeven. The moment you let go, they start firing right back up again. Areyou supposed to touch your lips for all eternity now? Not even thebathroom mirror can help you discern any information, except that youlook quite ridiculous. Deep brown hair that ends at your chin, hazyblue eyes, and then that glossy, hot pink lipstick on your plump lips.Were they always that... puffy? A lot of shit has happened to you, butthat would be a bit absurd, so you shrug off that part of it at.