She straightened up and took a half step back. “Time to meet the naughty lady”. She undid her pants, stepped out of them. No panties, this woman w...s commando, her beautiful pussy just 18 inches from me at eye level. The “naughty lady” could not have been better. She was trimmed to perfection – not shaved, closely cropped, well-shaped pubes. Her pussy lips were glistening with wetness already. I needed this, I could not take my eyes off it. Debbie gently grasped my hair, tilting my head back,. We were all chatting away together as we waited in the entrance hall but now we're all quiet - we cannot be anything else! However, I suspect each of the others, like me, is lost in thoughts of what has been and what has yet to be.George drives us back towards London. Eventually, we stop. Charlotte has made the return trip with us and strips off our hoods. We've stopped on the Embankment, opposite the London Eye. It's time to get off and finally go our separate ways. She embraces us. Lizzie had a face that said both, "I'm the sweet and innocent girl-next-door," and "I wanna be fucked." (Although her attitude reflected the first statement more than the latter.) In his moments of lustful thoughts Nate thought of Lizzie as, "slutty-pretty." Her long, naturally blonde hair framed facial features that were indeed very, very pretty. Her eyes were a dazzling blue that people commented on regularly. But her "crooked smile," as she referred to it, was the crowning touch that made. " No, but I normally empty the washing bin, and I haven't seen any of yoursmelly gym wear for a couple of weeks."Dylan was silent at that.Ryan continued, his voice full of concern."Look, I know that what happened was awful, but you told me you've beencrossdressing for, what, ten years? You don't want to stop doingsomething you like because of one shitty experience. Trying to buildyourself up into some kind of muscle man ain't the answer. And sorry,matey, but you don't have the build for it.".