My mom always gave me baths and one day she was drying me off and I got hard. I can remember she kept rubing it with her hand. I just stood there in t...e tube and smiled cause it felt good I guess while she rubed it. My mom at that time was about 28 she was pretty had sandy blonde hair that fell over her shoulders and stood about 5 feet tall. She was a petite woman with small tits and a nice round butt. Being a curious boy I would look at my mom sometimes when I could catch glimpses of her legs. .thanks” and slid my hand back in my trousers. My clit was doing some serious throbbing now as I flinched at my own touch and started to gently rub myself, trying not to appear too eager.We both looked off into the distance again as I worked on myself, feeling more than a little self conscious.Then...“Would you mind awfully if I did the same?”Speechless again...“ errm...no, do.”At which, he pulled down his zip and reached a hand inside his trouser.I looked across as he pumped his hand up and. There was a detailed show on PBS about gender issues. At one point theyinterviewed a psychologist and asked him what proportion of thecrossdressers were heterosexual. His response was, "We don't know. Wedon't have a denominator. We don't know how many men are doing thisprivately, how many men wish they could do it but they're scared toacquire the clothes."Because I have investments, I read the financial news. Apparelretailers were rubbing their hands with glee at the prospect of gettingmen into. What was I thinking?!?I was drawn to his scent. I couldn’t resist it. It was intoxicating. My face inched closer to his exposed balls. Just like earlier in the evening at the bar, I was close enough to kiss him if I felt the urge. I was definitely feeling it. My pussy was on fire and nipples were hard enough to etch glass. Just one little kiss couldn’t hurt.My nose pushed through his pubic hair and my lips brushed against his testicle. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, tracing circles.