He pulled up next to my car and I walk from my hiding place to him. He was in his mid 30’s and slim. I was shaking a bit now.He got out and looked m... over shoved his hand up my short skirt to check for panties, which I wasn’t wearing and he gave my sissy cock and balls a good squeeze. ‘Nice’ he said and pushed over the bonnet pulled up my skirt and fingered my damp hole.There were a few other cars about, so he decided to leave the car park and we drove up the hill to a layby where he pushed me. You’re holding me, you’ve been holding me all night. But I can feel the hold grow, tightening as your cock grows harder against my ass. I want you. And it’s becoming clear you want me to.I can hear you whispering into my ear, just air spelling out “fuck” as you are drawn awake by my need for you. Not an unpleasant wake-up. You’re grabbing my breast now, rough circles half formed by a mind still half in sleep. Nothing from you is conscious yet, all you’re stuck in is the pleasure of having me. I began to fantasize about undressing her in the moonlight revealing a pair of leopard print thong panties and bra against her brown skin. I started to get hard. I was on the road all the next week. I often thought of LaTisha and wondered if she would call. On Friday, as I was heading home, the cell phone rang. Hello, Jim. This is LaTisha. Well, hello, I said. There was a brief pause before she spoke again. Hi. Ive been thinking, she replied. Darnell is going to be gone on maneuvers this. We used to get together several times a week and smoke pot, drink beer, and watch porn. These sessions would last for 7 or 8 hours, and then i would usually go home. My primary interest in her was being able to tell her about and show her my strong sexual needs, which included wearing sexy lingerie such as bikini or thong panties, and stockings with a nice garter belt. I also like to wear makeup and a wig too, but didn't do that all the time. i don't really consider myself a crossdresser, but.