"Since when do you refer toclothing by the designer, much less declare that a dress is yours?"For the next 15 minutes, I tried to explain. "I'm not a...cross-dresser,"I argued. "I don't want to be a woman." "I'm not gay." "I don't want asex change." "I can't say why I tried it on; I just did." "I'll neverdo it again."Jena was having none of it. "You're wearing women's clothing. That, bydefinition, makes you a cross-dresser." But what really ticked her offwas that I was wearing THAT dress,. Hope was sitting there with a cake, and six beautiful women. ?Hello, darling? Hope said, giggling ?Happybirthday.? Hope?s boobs heaved in her little striped top. Earl grinned. Thiswas great, and today he was a real guy, not Hope?s little slaveboy. It was hisbirthday?and look at all the girls! Earl didn?t have any male friends, really. Hopedidn?t allow Earl to play poker with his friends, or go golfing anymore. In general, when Earl was at home, he was kept inthe furnace room in the basement,. “I really loved and enjoyed your performance”, she said. I have no answer why I hesitated but then said, “I did too. Do you… may be… want to repeat sometime”?“Oh yeah, it really felt very nice”, she answered urgently.“Can we do it right now”, I asked?“Yes sure but can you”? She looked at me with a funny face and I showed her my cock which was still erect and ready to plow and prowl again.“But remember”, she said; “we have to arrange for condoms and reached to grab my ready to fuck shaft and. ..” Ms. Tyrell frowned. She cupped my chin, staring into my eyes. “What?” I asked her.“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head. “It's really not my business. Are you okay? I have to get back to rehearsal.”“Not going to have sex with me to calm me down?” I muttered, my pussy on fire. Maybe I just needed a hard futa-D reaming my pussy. “Don't want to slam my dick into me and enjoy my hot concha?”“Tempting,” she said. “But, sadly, against the college's rules. Unless you want to start dating me. We.