That's not fair to Lisa. She doesn'twant to be married to a cross-dresser.' And, I hid my desires.Until a few weeks ago. I felt the desire once aga...n, and I told myselfthat I would not hide this from my wife. I loved her too much and wouldwant her to be a part.I asked Lisa to help me become a woman for the night. A woman, not thisridiculous sexual fantasy. I pointed out to her the dress I wanted towear and what I wanted to do. And, knowing this was outside her comfortzone, I promised her. She might get a commission for a portrait in oil! The sketches would sell for the equivalent of five dollars in American money, with three dollars going to her. And, she could expect generous tips -- it was the custom in such establishments!Of course, wardrobe was a problem. She didn't even own a long gown, except for a very girlish one in cotton gingham. Perhaps that is why Ernesto had so tactfully suggested taking her shopping.Driving along the Paseo de la Reforma in her mentor's midnight. “Fuck yes, I do,” Travis replied.So, I grabbed onto my left boob and lifted it up so I could lick my own nipple. As soon as I licked my own nipple, I got a surprise on my other boob and stomach; he came a couple times. I didn't say a word for a few seconds and he almost thought I was mad at him.“So, you obviously really liked that,” I said.“Hell yes I did, Roxanne. That was so damn hot and kinky,” Travis replied.I put my hands on my boob and stomach where he came on me and felt the cum.. At some point my endless pages of notes began to overwhelm me though. I needed a focus to my essay. It was with coffee shakes shooting through me at four in the morning that I found her. My focus. Her name was Rose Kipner. She had dance under the name the Azure Rose. I don’t know why she stood out to me from all the others but from the moment I saw her I knew she was what I was looking for. Maybe it was because she didn’t come from some far off place but from right around here. Towns who’s.