“I’ll send her a thank you card next week.”“Uh...” Sondra said, glancing at the bathroom door, “you might be able to hand-deliver it.”�...I have to come back next week?” I asked incredulously.“No,” Sondra said. “I mean, you’ll have to get your arm looked at and your cast off but it won’t be here. She’s ... she’s going to be taking over your home care.”“Oh, fuck,” I muttered. “Why didn’t you mention that before I pissed her off?”“It wouldn’t matter,” Brian said. “You’d piss her off sooner or later. ... It was soo arrousing thinking of wearing the dress, yet Ididn't do.Then during my childhood I remember going thru some old clothes andfinding skirts and a girlish dress, wearing it now and then.i dressed less in my early years as a child, then stopped dressingbetween 12-18 years old thinking I can break away from it. But it wasalways there, the urge to dress in girls clothes, never went away.I remember at 18 in between high school and college I needed to take astressful driving test, to. Gail could see Mike and the others where they sat by the fire drinking beer. The musicians she had arranged for the evening's entertainment were already in place. She sent a text to the musicians, and they began playing the same island music as had been played at the luau. Their husbands couldn't see the wives where they were standing further down the beach, but now, they slowly began dancing the hula as they made their way to where their husbands were waiting.The girls were naked except for. Once I was naked, hers' came off just as fast.She threw me down on the bed and grabbed my erect penis. Immediately,she put her mouth around my shaft and started to suck on me. Her hand atthe base and tongue flicking around the head. The feeling was incredibleand more than I could take. I wanted her. Bad."Babe, I need to be inside you."She quickly obliged. As she pulled her body up over mine, I had troublecontrolling myself. I groped her chest and she sat on my hard cock. Ithrusted in.