He told me he was ok, just lonely. He told me he didnt have too many friends, and just wished he had someone to hang out with. I asked him if he tried...dating, and he said no one was interested in him. I felt really bad for him, and told him if he wanted to hang out with me sometime, he was always welcome to come over. He smiled and seemed to relax. We went up to my apartment, and I got him a coke while we waited for our laundry to get done. I told him that when I was younger, I was lonely a lot. His wish to wear dresses, even only in the closet couldn't come true. He often dreamt that he was wearing the most beautiful dresses, but in the end he awoke to find himself in the hard world of every day life. One day he couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to commit suicide but didn't know how to do it. He would think of a way the next morning.The next morning he woke up to do it. It had to be quick and definitive. He decided to jump of a bridge. To make his statement he would wear his female. I took my hands down to her bums and had this nagging suspicion that she was not wearing panty either but did not have the courage to lift the hem of her skirt to check it out.After all we were in the middle of the street. Suddenly we heard the bell of a cycle; we came apart with a jerk and started walking as if nothing has happened. I was walking in a daze with her taste over my lips and the feeling of her tongue swirling around my tongue. I don’t how we reached back and went to our respective. Of course! A good part of her butt-cheeks is exposed. I’m getting first row seats to a spectacular which gets my heart pumping. My breathing is elevated. This is too much! Should I stop it? I can’t. I don’t want to. I’m looking at her pussy. Covered by her panties. Covered well. I can’t even see a camel toe. But my, this is a sight nonetheless! After not too long she moves again, this time sliding down the sofa, lying down flat. Planting her feet on my lap. Eyes still closed. One of her heels.