Now; before I get all the feedback about most crossdressers being heterosexual and that they don't dress for sexual stimulation, I concede the point. ... know a few crossdressers who don't dress for sex and belong to an organisation called "The Seahorse Club", a support group for crossdressers. I also know some of these individuals have "come out" to their wives, who tolerate, and in some cases, support their husband's crossdressing peccadilloes. I also know a couple of crossdressers who profess. ‘That’s it, isn’t it, Fran? You’ve put it all in terms of love and marriage but that’s not what you’ve really been thinking about for the last week, is it?’ By now poor Fran was blushing so deeply that her face was almost the same colour as her hair. She had been brought up in a tiny Scottish village where everyone went to church and talking frankly about sex was simply not the done thing. She looked down at her shoes so that her hair fell across her face. From behind this protective screen a. . Anytime." Chris said almost moaning." What about me?" Jacob asked kissing down Chris' face to his neck." uhhhh!" Was all Chris could say.Jacob kissed Chris' neck lightly grazing his teeth across the skin.Chris could feel himself about to come." Do it!" Chris demanded. Jacob wasted no time and quickly bit down on Chris' neck. It wasn't hard enough to break the skin but it would leave mark.Chris couldn't take it. He came all over Jacobs’s hand and cock, lubricating Jacobs’s hand and making him. They looked more like sea bass for size. After the meal, I rose and spoke again. “Members of my tribe; we will be getting two tribes of the ‘Others’ this night coming to join us. They will come in the night just like you did. There will be 19 families with 4 unmated women and 7 unmated males in all. Olnafot is but just one of them. Most of you have met him or seen him around. Only a few are as tall as he is, but most of them are the same height as you, just heavier and stronger than you people..