It was a crimson satin number, withoff-the-shoulder straps that wrapped around his upper arms instead ofhis shoulders. Each step he took was punctuate... by a click from thematching red high heeled pumps on his feet, while his hands and forearmswere encased in matching red gloves that reached up to his elbows.Enhancing the feminine outfit was a pearl necklace that was drapedaround his neck, and the silver drop earrings hanging from his earlobes. The ruby red lipstick, thick black mascara and soft. It’s taken him something like an hour to fix all the pipes and, getting ready to pack up, he tells me we shouldn't have any more leaks. I reach out to shake his right hand. "Thank you, Willy,” I say, “that looks like an excellent job you’ve done." In the time he’s been working here, I’ve formed a notion about Willy. So, acting on intuition, as we’re shaking hands, I step closer to him and I drop my left hand to cup his cock and balls through his jeans."If I thought you’d like a handjob,” I say,. .well, whore, at least until tomorrow night. Paul.“Even if I...demand things…“Look, how can I stay that I don´t like it if I haven´t tried it? She interrupted, a little impatient. It was easy, since she didn´t have to look at him. He lifted the t-shirt, began kissing her lower back, then her wide hips. “I have tried an immature young man, now I want to try...a dirty old man…He parted her buttocks which made her silent for a few seconds. Kissed the top of the crack, then the insides of her wide. My mom got a salad, and I got their soup ofthe day. Truthfully I wasn't that hungry anyway. I think nerves about theday were getting to me. I felt like even thought I was looking head totoe female, that people could still tell I was a boy. I felt like eyeswere on me. So did my mom. At least the eyes being on me part."You got a fan club, girly!" Mom said."What?" I asked.She nodded her head to point in a direction.I turned my head to the right to see three boys at a table across theroom staring.