I always did a little dressing in panties and stocking as a teenager and use to wear her lingerie when she traveled until they got to large to fit me....Then I started my own collection. Over the years, I have suspected that she might know, but I was never quite sure. I try to talk her out of this idea without any success, I finally agree, my only requirement is I look like a real woman not a man dressed in drag! She agrees and offers to help me get my look right! First she scheduled me for a. It was my tears. It was the submissive nature of my oral devotions. After she’d taught me to lick her pussy, she’d spent many hours enjoying my similar devotion to her bottom crack and especially to her butt hole.I would lick between her buttocks with a devotion that I’d never known. I felt, as my tongue laved her bottom, that this was what I was born to do. My destiny. My place in the world. On my knees, tears on my face from a severe paddling from a woman. My face between the thighs or the. "I'm going to San Gregorio Beach. I can take you as far as the crossroad near the beach entrance" I said."Ok" she said as she opened the door and climb in.She told me her name was Sue. I told her my friends called me Bob.We rode quietly listening to the radio. I could not help notice how young and pretty she looked. I guessed her age to be 15, maybe 16 years old. As we neared the beach, she asked me if I was going to the nude area."Yes, I am" I replied."I've never been to the nude area" she. I explained to them that Lucy and I had been lovers when we were teens and that our love had never died so that even though we had gone our separate ways, whenever we got together we would find some time to get together and continue our loving relationship. So NO! I was not angry about what I had seen but I was curious about how it had started. For some reason Julie became the spokesperson for them, Mark sat silently and smiled as she told their story. Julie started telling her tale.