We were both enjoying this very much, she was getting close to climaxing. So was I!She grunted loud and deep, then her body started shaking. After she...came, I pulled out of her vagina. I was still hard so I then started massaging her whole crack with it and slipped it lightly over her asshole. She spread her legs wider. She seemed to want me to rub it right on her little brown ring. Stroking myself I came spurting semen all over her asshole and crack. I then did something I have never done. No one knew. Not even my family or my closest friends. I loved crossdressing. I loved the way women's clothing made me feel. I had a stash of panties and bras slips, camisoles, and stockings that I kept well hidden. I loved the feel of silk and satin on my skin. I would get dressed up and masturbate to the incredible sensation of the fabric on my body. I wasn't gay. And I didn't want to be a girl or anything, and had no interest in men. But the feeling of those clothes was heavenly. But, as. Panic finally set in for Steph. She backed away from the trio and Miko who lay at her feet clambering back up onto her computer desk.Hugo rushed forward. ?Steph.? The drama of the situation meant he dropped the nickname.Steph was hyperventilating. She through her arms up to shield herself from Hugo.?Steph.? Hugo said again, trying for calm with a raised voice. Steph seemed to momentarily assess Hugo’s concern. She stared at him for a moment and then burst into tears. Hugo reached out. ..”“Or what?”“Or we could stick together.”“Drop out of a couple of classes and take them over in summer school? I don’t think Dad would be happy, let alone future employers.”“Or...”“Or what?”“Or we could get married.”“Didn’t we get into this on the proposition that we didn’t love each other, and that, consequently, my heart could never be broken?”“More or less. I think it was that you didn’t love me. You still don’t, but you love what I can do to your vulva. I still could if we were married,.