Both were tall and statuesque, long limbed with lush hips, and magnificent breasts. The aroused and taut nipples were at the same level, and they lack...d only inches from touching.They were twins, if you looked only at the exquisite curves and lines of their figures and the waterfalls of hair that spilled down their supple backs. And there it ended. Honey was a golden goddess, Nora was a sultry jungle cat.I felt the fierce excitement drumming through me as I watched them standing so close. ' She held the bottle under my nose and told me to sniff deeply. Soon my head was throbbing and all my inhibitions seemed to melt. She went back down on my cock, this time sucking it harder, whilst her other hand played with my balls and arse crack. I grabbed her head and started fucking her face off my cock as my need to cum was building and building. Pulling off, she hiked up her skirt and climbed on me, guiding my cock with her hand to her waiting arse. 'Condom?' I managed to say. She just. So I did. DUH!And also that I'm babysitting on Friday because he and Ms Y are going todinner. (But it's not like that, he keeps saying. But I think it isbecoming "like that". :-))) )So that's all good stuff, right? Ms Y. doesn't care about me being in thebad classes, I guess, and they still want me around. (And it means he andMs Y. had lots to talk about besides me too! ;-) )But it means that I can't stay at Zack's, but Daddy said that he wouldn'twant me to do that just now anyway.So I'm at. You lie awake all night thinking about it; trying to rationalize what happened. You convince yourself that your feeling of revulsion confirms that you are not a faggot. Maybe this event will help you stop the cross dressing. For a few weeks after, you resist your stash of women’s clothing. You tell yourself that you’ve shaken the habit.Then, one night alone at home, you feel bored. A little frisky! Just like one drink can’t do any harm with an alcoholic, just dressing one more time to relieve.