Fucking hell it was horny, because they were both bending over their holes were completely exposed to me. The final part of the strip was coming up a...d I was horny as fuck. My eyes were darting from one arse to the other but the sight of Nicky’s knickers sticking to her cunt was too much and as she finally peeled them off and I saw her twat for the first time, I shot my load right there without even touching myself.I was so embarrassed sitting there with cum all over my chest, but they seemed. Why can't I? Am I afraid of society'sdisapproval? No, I have always been a rebel and never given a moment'sthought to what society thinks. I have always been a friend and an allyof the weird, the outsider, the different, the oppressed.Why then?I have this deep underlying sense that it is wrong for a man to wearwomen's clothes. And cute though it is I can't get out of it by sayingthey're not women's clothes, they're my clothes. So where does thatcome from?"Judge not, less you be. Will we make each other happy?’ Questions flood my mind but never get answered. Will I ever be at peace with myself? My mind wanders to your beautiful face, your perfectly pouted lips, your beautiful grey eyes, your amazingly beautiful white straight smile, sharp canines pulling my view directly towards them. Your perfectly shaped body, your soft sweet exterior, yet dominant being, making me beg, wanting more of you but getting nothing. Unable to handle myself, squirming with every one of. She slid the mitten off her right hand and entered her floor number. The yellow lights in the elevator flickered as they always do and the doors opened up to her hall. “Well this is it,” she said pointing to her door as she rummaged deep into the depths of her purse to find her key. “Would you like to come in for a bit?” “That’d be nice,” he smiled. They both stepped out of their boots and rested their coats in the closet. “Just make yourself at home, you can sit on the couch if you’d.