" I gape at you, try to form an inquiry, but all that come from my lips is a tortured sound I try to cover up. You look at the countertop between us, ...nd continue."You see, I met this girl. She's a real beauty, sweet too," You pause, "I'm gonna go out with her this week." Oh," is all my numb brain can come up with. I stare at my plate, my kappa-maki still unmoving."Sorry Ken-chan. I'll make it up to you."I hardly hear the words, dimly registering my own mouth saying the words, "No big deal," as. Pierre only liked young meat. The bust-up was disappointing but not particularly traumatic, and my generous settlement assuaged my disenchantment.I moved to a small town where I opened my own business, a gift shop. The shop was conveniently located on the ground level of the apartment block I resided in.A few months later the business was doing rather well. I paid special attention to packaging, and gifts always left my store beautifully wrapped. It was a minor detail, which was appreciated by. Your hand tries again to lift the hem of your dress, to untangle it so that there can be no protection for you. You pull and struggle with the material, but it relinquishes its grip only slightly. You feel the wet material clinging to the mound of your cunt, and as you pull to free it, you feel the tug of the material against your lips. You feel the material grip your mound like a large wet hand enclosing upon you. Your fingers reach down to pull the material away, you want her to be fully. .. this is, ahh, err, William... I, ahhh, think we need to talk about... about recent events."The other end was silent for what seemed an eternity. Then, Howard softly replied, "Yes, we do my sweet womanly sissy... yes, we do. We have to discuss ourselves, don't we dear Wendi?" Oh Howard, I need you so," I blurted out as the weak, effeminate transvestite I had always been at heart. "Mary is gone and all I can think about is being your transvestite companion and lover."Howard replied, "Come to.