But that's not where my true desires lay. I have been to a number ofMistresses and had sessions where me being humiliated for wearingwomens clothing h...s been the central theme.So, I'm sure it will come as no surprise when I say that when I go outin womens clothing, I'm hoping to come across women who find men inwomens clothing amusing, strange or sissy like or those that areaccepting. I like the smiles, laughs or curious looks.I do get those but they're the minority. In reality I've found. Leah moans and bites her lip, humming and nodding her head in positive confirmation. Isabelle moves her lips right against Leah's ear. "My fingers deep inside you?"Isabelle says seductively. Leah was now a whimpering mess between her girlfriend's hot, hot dirty talk and her fingers ramming her closer and closer to her impending orgasm. Isabelle didn't quit. "Fucking you so deep? Huh?"Isabelle muses. Leah throws her head back into the cushions, certainly not for the last time. "Yes! Oh, fuck. She's been looking for a month." That choice is hers. We are open to whatever she wants. Talk to her tomorrow; if she agrees, you two can plan any needed remodeling for the basement. Amy would love to get into that." I don't want to do any remodeling until we know she's staying." Agreed, but you can plot and plan. Who knows; it might convince her. Amy thinks she's great, the kids like her, and you love her. With references like that, how could I complain?" What do you think of her?" She's . . .. She looked sheepishly at me, her blouse nearly undone and her short skirt covering very little of her legs. She knocked on the door with the ubiquitous “shave and a haircut.”A moment later the door opened and she walked through. I paused, and a man, her husband I presumed, stood back so I could walk in. “Here we go,” I thought.“Hello,” I said to him.“Hi Bill,” he said.I entered the room and dropped my bag. Jen walked up to the two of us, I on her right and her husband on her left. He was about.