Guttural grunts escaped my lips as my stiffie again exploded and squirted little boy juices all over that tree trunk.I reached out to steady my shakin... body against that cum-coated tree. I didn't squirt nearly as much as the first time, but my erotic eruption felt nearly as good. I shook the last dangling drops of evidence off my shrinking stiffie onto the ground. After catching my breath for a minute, my still trembling hands pulled up my underpants, then my shorts. When i came out from behind. He climbed up on the platform and undid the chains to her tit clamps. Then he straddled Amy inching his dick close to her open mouth. “Do you want to suck my dick my sweet?” “Yes master! Please let me suck out your seed! I promise I’ll swallow all of it for you!” “Open your lips wide and stick out your tongue like a little school girl. Yes that’s it now just lightly lick the head of it and be sure to taste it. Hmmmmmmm? Like that slut?” “Yes master! I love the taste of your big cock!” . I finished the back yard and began trimming the front around the trees and walkway then around the house. As I passed the front window I glanced in out of the corner of my eye and noticed as she was lying on the sofa. Her hand went up under her blouse and I could see her massage her breast then it slid down under the waistband of her shorts and between her legs. I came right there and let out an audible unghhhh! Her head turned quickly to the window where I was and she yanked her hand out and. It took a while but I finally found one here intown. Doctor Richard Wilson. He was the man. I'd eventually foundseveral different guys who posted about their success with undergoingtherapy with him. They all said they no longer had any issues or anyguilt about their dressing up or being a crossdresser. That was what Iwas looking for. I wanted to ask them more about the specifics of their"issues" but I thought it best if I just kept lurking on those chatsites. I mean, I didn't want to.