Treading water, she turned slightly in the water to catch movement nearby of a surfer heading out one last time and noted how close he was to where sh... was swimming and decided that she better swim further out in the opposite direction, unsure of where he was going to wind up. She suddenly realized that she had walked too far down the beach to be swimming in this area if there were surfers. Pushing the board through the surf, Zak worked his way through the break of the wave and turned around,. "Of course you have, silly, you've been kissing one all weekend," is your breathless reply. My mind races to make sense of the situation. You are still you, I reason, no matter what you're wearing. I, too, am the same compassionate, caring human being, wig or no wig. The clothes and makeup are secondary. It is our souls that are entwined regardless of our outward appearance. All rational thought flies out the window as you reach for my hardening cock."What's your fancy this morning, Monique?". 3. What really turns me on are honest women, who know what they want and can articulate it. One of my best friends is a smart-ass brat, Korean American Lesbian Libertarian who grew up in Alabama and Iowa. She plays the role of a tough girl, dressed in motorcycle jackets, wife beater under shirts, jeans and black leather boots, but she's so tiny that she has to buy her clothes from the children's section of the store. Her fetish is submitting to women who dress like prim and proper. I raise myself to see her face and find her with her eyes shut tight and a big smile. As soon as I have my eyes at level with hers, she opens them, where I notice that they now have a different kind of luster that attracted me even more (which I believe was impossible with her body). I stare at her eyes for about a minute, until she starts kissing me, where she closes her eyes, and I follow. She then pushes me from top of her, while still holding the kiss between us makes us turn and then.