) She was shocked by this but keen for me to describe how it felt.We continued talking about masturbation and discussed what got each of us off. I sai... I was more into clitoral stimulation while she said she was a fingers girl. I said that never did it for me and she said I wasn't doing it right.We were well into our second bottle and I boldly asked her to show me how then. She blushed and said no way and I persisted. I said, come on, we're on holiday, you'll be doing me a favour! She looked. Not to mention that my wife and her family went away forthe weekend leaving me trapped until she gets home. I was pretty muchscrewed.I guess I must have fallen asleep or maybe I was day dreaming, but I gotto thinking about how I got started cross dressing. I thought about thevery first time I put on women's clothing. I must have been about 13years old. My dad had some rental houses he would rent. One time thesepeople left without paying the rent, but they left all their clothes andother things.. ’ I almost apologized for overdoing it, then stopped. If anything, she probably deserved worse. I let it go. ‘I need to do some shopping,’ I told them. ‘Alone.’ Wendy chuckled. ‘Still haven’t done your Christmas shopping?’ ‘It’s only the 22nd,’ I argued. ‘This is early for me.’ Kelly snagged the last bacon slice, before I could, then broke it in half and passed me a share. How could you not love a girl like that? ‘Can I go along? I’d like to do some as well. I’ll stay out of your way.’ Wendy. His eyes kept darting down to the blonde sitting at the other end. Of medium height, she wore a black leather skirt. Already short, that skirt was cut up the side, showing the tops of her fishnet stockings and the straps of the garter belt that supported them. She crossed and recrossed her legs, obviously aware of his scrutiny and just as obviously ignoring it.The next time the bartender wandered down to his side of the long polished wood bar, the man jerked his head towards the woman."What's.