Under them I wore tiny white cotton panties and a padded white bra. I would hide these under my wardrobe by removing a wooden panel and would parade a...ound the house in them when Mum worked the night shift or during the day when I locked the doors knowing I wouldn’t be disturbed.As I’d never known my Dad since birth I had grown up fast fending for myself and was a good cook. Mum had met a fit, muscular Irish guy with black hair and big arms and introduced him One day as I was getting ready to. Most young couples wouldn't get in my cab. Very few single women would either. I wanted to be a woman but it was beginning to look as if I would have to choose a man to become. The other problem was the change could only be effected during the new moon or when the moon was full. This was a severe complication. As a result, on those nights I worked all night, not even stopping to eat.One night, I had just dropped a fare at JFK Airport, a couple of businessmen on their way to Illinois for a. ..” and with that last statement, he squeezes my breasts, his hands down my shirt. My eyes are pricked with tears. Thankfully he’s behind me and can’t see them. Why am I crying? Partly because it feels so wrong to be feeling so good. And partly because I know what he’s saying is the awful truth. I always push people away. I never give anyone a chance to get even remotely close to me. This has to stop; this will stop today. I slowly turn to face Jason, all traces of the tears removed from my. The room is silent as we taste each other, and savor the flavor of our growing passion. I can still taste a hint of the drink you had just before we repaired to bed, chasing each other like children up the stairs as the storm hit, stripping and diving beneath the blankets amidst giggles and chuckles."Are you as hungry as I am?" you ask me, nibbling your way down my neck, nipping and soothing my skin as you go.A flash of lightning illumines your face as I arch under your suddenly marauding.