She had told me thather sister had dated a crossdresser and gave me the opportunity toconfess that I was a crossdresser also. I didn't confess to her...but Ididn't deny it, I just didn't say anything at the time.I wasn't sure how Sarah was going take all this, or how she would take aconfession that I was a crossdresser and I was loving everything thatwas happening. Right now, I could just say I was seeing what it waslike. It wasn't like being caught in a dress by her and having noability to. Then she heard her master’s whisper by her ear, soft and gentle, like a man talks to his lover. “You have been a wonderful pet tonight, and you earned your prize. Tonight you will sleep with me, to share my bed. Now stay here, rest for a minute while I will get the bathtub ready.” Overwhelmed by the happiness, she feels she must be in heaven. It means she can do whatever she wants to him tonight. Kissing him, embracing him, telling him how much she loves him while rides him like a cowgirl in. Little did he know what was coming."Hey Brady, think you're pretty cool don't you," yelled Mike from across the playing field. Like nerds everywhere, he was shunned by most of the kids at Maschen U, though had a small in group of friends, and was persecuted endlessly by the jocks who had not yet realized that their lives were going nowhere after college and still thought they were kings of the hill. Mike and his posse had been making his life hell all semester. They had apparently decided that. She pulled back from me and looked hungrily into my eyes and then tried putting her lips on mine again. This time I didn’t hesitate, I kissed her back. Her tongue parted my lips and slid into my mouth. It was firm, warm and wet; it tenderly touched mine and swirled around it with passion. My arms went to her waist and pulled her into me. Her body was warm and relaxed, her hands went around my neck and her breathing became a bit erratic. We must have kissed for 10 minutes or so and my cock never.