' Zoe's tone was more playful that remorseful though, so James had to wonder what she was up to.'Oh? something that might rate, oh, I don't know ... a...spanking?' he sent, playing along but curious to see where this would go. He had a moment confusion though, wondering when he had stopped just looking into her mind whenever he wanted, instead waiting to let her share what she needed to share. It had been a subtle change, but not one of disinterest. In fact, he thought it was a good sign, that. One hand slipped slowly down, savoring the smooth texture of her skin. She hesitated, teasing the tiny diamond at her naval. Her hand slipped beneath the elastic of her panties to the soft smooth skin between her legs, gently pulling on the few remaining hairs until the wetness began to soak the crotch of her panties. She lifted her bottom and slid the damp cotton down over her hips and down her long slender legs. She continued pulling and squeezing her nipples with one hand. With the other,. She had sprained her knees and was in quite a bit of pain. She asked him to rub her knees if he wouldn’t mind. He was skeptical at first but then obliged. He kneeled on the floor and lifted her nighty all the way up to her knees. As soon as he saw her milky white legs, he couldn’t help control. He started off by slowly rubbing her legs and then massaging it. As he pressed her legs, she moaned. It did nothing but turn him on. Unable to resist the urge, he soon started to rub her knees and her. In my illness it was impossible tocherish Earth or This Life with anything like Roberto's enthusiasm. Heleft rather quickly, let down by my lack of interest in all the things hehad to say about the wonders of Earth-worship.In the throes of this illness, suspicion marked my psyche. I doubted somany presumptions, but never the meaningfulness, to me, of my personalpractice of cross-dressing. Transvestitism has always been a kind ofperformance art in which, in my case, I'm both performer and.