The bodice was tight and hugged him like a lover. The puffy sleeves were trimmed with lace and the elastic bottoms hugged his arms.The short petticoat...was full and pushed the short skirt out. He could see glimpses of his panties and stocking tops as he twirled in front of the mirror. He then put on the gloves, affixed the choker around his neck and tied the pinafore around his waist.Lance then sat down on the bed and slipped the high heels on his nylon clad feet. He wobbled a bit as he stood up. Guilt. Even disgust. But I also felt arousal. And lust. So I stood there watching, not saying a word. Part of me envisioned him reaching out to grope my breasts or tear my clothes from my body and ravage me. Maybe he’d grab me by my hair and force me to my knees to make me take it in my mouth. But he simply stood there looking me up and down, stroking his enormous black cock. I assume he was running through scenarios of his own in his head. It only aroused me even more to think about all of the. I let out the quietest moan I could. Iwas seriously impressed. The orgasm was not as good as a man's, but itwas noteworthy. I decided to test the multiple orgasm theory and see ifwoman were just lying to us men. I kept working the sprayer and suddenlyI felt the energy return. It felt stronger than before, but like thetime in the bathroom it stalled out. I needed more stimulation. Ireached out and started rub my left nipple and pulled on it ever soslightly. It was just what I needed. This time I. Although there were a few homeless women in the park, they generally didn’t approach me after my initial nonresponsiveness to them. Soon after I had established my twice-daily walk through the park pattern, the homeless women had stopped offering themselves to me—but the men and boys hadn’t.On the day in question, the day my resolve desolved, Berlin was deep in winter. It had started to snow in the morning, while I was walking to the library. The snowfall initially was light, but it promised to.