She pinched her nipples and I gave her more firmer licks. With her twitching and now moaning her clit became wetter and wetter then changed in taste a... she let out an almighty moan. That was my first lady cum juice, but not my last.The following day was an early rise, well 10 am on a Saturday was early for us...lol and off to the shops. With a black sheer bra, small thong, and a cheap pair of stiletto shoes purchased we headed off to the club. Just before noon we entered the adult establishment. This for me is (and always has been) what dressing is all about. Not wanting to actually be a woman but the incredible sexual thrill that being dressed as a woman brings to me.Lust fuelled and in a sexual frenzy my hands caress my silk robe from my breasts down to my throbbing clitty that by now is dancing and straining with the incredible eroticism of my dressing game.It seems an interminable age before I finally let the ties of the robe become undone and the black satiny garment parts. When he walked into the office he found that everything was running smoothly. The material that Bart had been stressing over, the day before had been delivered and was being installed on the big job. Ann handed him a stack of calls that he had to return and flashed him the new engagement ring on her left hand. She had a big grin on her face. He congratulated her and spent a few minutes talking to her about her plans. She seemed content and Roger was thankful that she had found someone.He walked. What happened I asked , he said he didn't know as he had cum in his pants , so had gone to get cleaned up.Over the next few weeks I learnt so much he told me about a girls body, the clitoris , periods and filling in the gaps which the biology classes had skipped,My addiction to girls knickers grew mark had let me keep his sister's knickers which I kept hidden away in my room but masturbated nearly every night with them over my faceThen one day Mark told me he was going to shag Linda at the old.