Our knees touched each other under the tableMe: “Oops sorry” smiling and moving me knee away a bit.She just smiled and we continued working on her...laptop. My fingers would touch hers and she was okay with that.Then again her knees touched mine. I looked at her and said“Stop doing that”Preethi: “Shut up. I am not doing it intentionally!” she looked surprisedMe: “Oh I thought you hitting on me” I said jokinglyPreethi looked even more surprised and said “Yes I am hitting on you” and she banged her. ..I haven't always been a crossdresser, when I was very young I remember being fascinated by women's legs in nylon stockings (they still wore stockings in those days). I remember being at a friends house, and his mom used to put her son over her lap and rub his back with a soft brush as a form of reward, it was like a soft back-scratch if u like. One day she asked me if I would like a 'rubbing' and of course I said yes. She always wore skirts just above her knee and I noticed she always wore. I told Meena I better get going too, she asked me to stay for a while and I obliged. We kept talking for a few minutes and Meena gave me a real sexy look and asked me if I could probably drop in after dinner for a while? I smiled and told her I would be more than happy. She got up and walked me to the door and before I could open the door she gave me a hug and a deep kiss as she ran her hand over my cock and told me to hurry back. I hit the shower the minute I reached home, I was. Again, Isiah joined us and like we had hours earlier we were doing a triple dance of tongues, but this time I was being penetrated by Isiah's massive dark hard-on."Oh God, I love interracial sex so much!" I blurted. I was truly losing control. The kissing, the smothering of Treva's big tits on my back and the unbelievable fucking of Isiah was truly awakening a side of me I never knew existed. Now I was in my own bedroom, with the greatest lovers I ever had in my life. The tiny dicked white men,.