The collection went in a fit of guilt. Then more guilt a day later when I realised what I had done! Then slowly the real you emerges. It taps you on...the shoulder like a little version of yourself in a pair of slinky stockings, satin panties, a bra. Maybe even a slinky soft slip. I call her my inner panty goddess or panty slut depending what mood she is in.  She whispers in your ear, remember the real you includes me. Because to be a CrossDresser implies there is a softer feminine side. There were lights on so Kara was home. She probablyknew I was out here but there was no movement at the door. Didn't wantto cause another argument I suppose. I really needed to get my headstraight. Hopefully Dr Silverman could sort out the mess and point medown a clearer path. Kara was her usual self, kissed me on the cheek and led me to the table.She had prepared a nice bowl of nicoise salad, crisp Italian rolls and adry white wine. We sat and ate with some general 'how was your. ?Turn your webcam on so that anyone can view.? I eagerly obeyed. ?Now announce to the roomthat you are following my directions, and you would like everybody to watch onyour web cam? I made the announcement, and soon there were 15 people viewing. ?Now stand up and begin to takeyour close off. Slowly.? I began to pull my clothing off;the chatter in the room was as toxic as the vodka I had drunk. Cat calls andadmiring statements. At 24 I was in great shape. 5?5 130 lbs. 34c tits. Nottanned, but. She rocked and rolled her hips, bucking to meet the long thrusts, raising her pelvis to accept the thunderous cock which she was fed in ever-increasing lengths. Her first orgasm came suddenly. And it was volcanic, a torrent of juices spurting and flooding her channel like never before as wave after wave of muscular tremors coursed and surged through her hot body. The tumultuous flow of extravagant, intense pleasure gradually subsided into ripples: pleasant, soothing and relaxing. It was only.