?I?m ok Mike. I?ve been thinking about you too?,? I responded with a very sensual and sexy voice while sitting on the sofa in front of the mirror.He s...arted questioning me about many things but most of them about how Nancy started. I told him everything about how Nancy was born years ago and why I liked to dress. He seems to be fascinated with every aspect of crossdressers like me. He even confessed me about his long time obsession with t-girls (especially in the Internet) and how lucky he. " It's not just any man wearing a dress, it's me. Someone they know.That's why they'll make fun of me because they know me." Sounds like you have a real problem, Gerald. Oh, and I forgot tomention that you need to wear the new white slip I bought you. We don'twant the men taking peeks through the embroidery of your dress to seeyour bra." Joan laughed a little. "When you're done dressing, I'll checkyour nails and your makeup. Wear the white pumps and I have a littleflowery corsage that you need. I had to tell myself all the time, don’t let them play with your mind. Don’t let them play with your mind. They only care about your body. And when I started to realise that indeed they only want my body, it got easier. The last day I actually managed to enjoy.’ ‘Will you do this again?’ ‘Maybe. Time will tell, everything hurts, including my mind – too much happened. I have to go cash that cheque, that will help me heal, I’m sure. I’m going to get cash, I don’t want to have to explain to anyone. “Oh fuck! Oh yessss! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come! I’m cominggggg!” you shriek. I feel your snatch clamping down on me, milking me as you climax. The lake of spunk in my balls turns to liquid fire, a burning focus of desire that expands, rising up my stem. My pumping shaft swells in the tight grip of your convulsing quim and I give a sob of pleasure as I come, my molten spunk jetting into the neck of your waiting womb with each thrust. Ignoring the exquisitely painful tenderness of the.