.Mujse rha nhi jaa rha tha….Bht zyada horny ho rhi thi….Aisa lga ki kch nikalne wala h meri choot se…Woh mera rss tha…Maine Arham se kha jaan ...era rss aa rha h….Woh bola koi baat nhi jaan tum nikal do….Aur usne mera poora rss chaat lia….Aaaaahhhhhhhh. Ab meri choot wapis se tight ho gai thi…. Usne apne lund k supade or meri choot prr bht saara tel lgaya aur apne lund ko meri choot main daalne lga…Uske supade k choone se hi mai chatpata gai thi…Bht drr rhi thi prr chudaii b krwani thi….Yhi soch. ’ He murmured against my neck. ‘I’ve been wondering if you put it here too.’ He said as he skimmed the tips of his fingers down the lapel of my suit jacket until he reached the small amount of cleavage that had been showing. Before he could do anything else the doors to the elevator opened and we made a mad dash for his room. We hadn’t even made it halfway before we started to kiss, they were deep and hungry, teeth skimming over lips, soft biting, tongues mating. I thread my fingers through his. It was getting dark. I went into the lobby of a hotel. I passed some worn out looking furniture where some bums were sleeping and went to the desk. The clerk was an older guy who seemed surprised to see me. I guess I didn't realize how out of place my youthfulness made me. I asked him how much for a room."How old are you, k**?" he asked me."I'm 25," I answered him, which, looking back on it must have seemed very funny to him because I was lucky if I looked 18 - which I was."Forty pounds," he. "I guess you don't know,but we have a steady cliental of cross dressers who feel verycomfortable coming in to see us. We will even let you try some thingson in the dressing room when we are not too busy. Why don't you takethat one in the back and see how it fits."Well, now I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I loved thedress and I also love this store, but if I told her again it was notfor me I would never be able to come in again. So very sheepishly Isaid, "If you wouldn't mind I.