“Why don’t you stop by tomorrow. And I’ll show you exactly what I need. OK?” she said as she turned, stared at my tented crotch, and smiled. I...immediately headed for my bedroom, grabbing a box marked ‘baseball cards’ from under the bed. Opening the box, I pulled out a dog eared copy of an old skin mag. I had found. Flipped it open to photo of a young, large breasted girl, bent at the waist, ass in the air, and a come hither look in her eye. Unzipping my pants, I pulled out my cock and started. I feel you flinch as I touch you soft orange skin but you try and act cool so close to your friends, you turn around and see me for the first time. You just look to begin with and then lean and whisper to me 'was i worth the trip?' you lean away and smile, you know exactly how sexy you are and how completely worth the trip that you are. I whisper back 'that depends on how many times you make me cum'... you smile at me tell me that there is plenty of time for that later...you are determined to. I've been cross dressing for a number of years now, on and off. In those periods of indulgment I've used butt plugs and dildos to heighten my pleasure and I've also dreamed of having sex with a man I've always considered myself to be straight, I don't go through life looking at men and fancying them, but when I go into my feminine state I dream of having a cock to play with (rather than just my own). It's generally one of two things me dressed up in stockings and lingerie having a guy tell me. With my hand around the front of her I used my index finger and middle finger to slowly work her skirt up to her thighs....I checked to make sure no-one was looking and raised it until my fingers were touching her naked thighs above her stocking tops. By now I had a raging hard on, but I thought I was in real danger of someone seeing me touching her, so I pulled my hand away and let her skirt drop back into place. I repositioned myself by a few inches so that I was right behind her and then.