Wow, that turned the corner. Now I could were them and get pleasure looking at pictures of those like me and who took it further. Could I take it furt...er? No. At least not yet. I would buy and hide Stockings and Magazines all the time through Strange Mail Order Companies. Then in my town, there were the clubs were crossdresser's frequented. How delightfully strange. There were actually those who dressed up and went out. Wow.Hard to believe. Unfortunately, I was not attracted or impressed. It. " I walk confidently to the bathroom and look myself in the mirror, confronting myself about being such a slut at that moment. I watch myself in the mirror as i slowly inject a butt plug with a red bow on the end into my ass.I strut to Greg amazement, turning around and shaking my ass, looking back at him, his cock all the way hard, tenting his pants. "Babe, holy fuck! Are you serious?!" Greg said as he rubbing my fleshy ass, spreading my cheeks and looking at the toy in my ass. He took hold of. I have succeeded 36 times, which is an average of only once every 10 days. The following is a list of why I didn’t succeed more often:We will wake the kids - 54 timesIt’s too late - 15 timesI’m too tired - 42 timesIt’s too early - 12 timesIt’s too hot - 18 timesPretending to be asleep - 31 timesThe neighbors will hear - 9 timesHeadache or backache - 26 timesSunburn - 10 timesYour mother will hear us - 9 timesNot in the mood - 21 timesWatching the late show - 17 timesToo sore - 26 timesNew. She's a short blue eye blond that I fell in love with from the first time I saw her. I was only 15 at the time and no one noticed other then my girlfriend at the time who dumped me on the spot. Connie give me a hug, saying that I would get over her dumping me. Well the moment her arms went around me I was over it. My brother moved himself and Connie about 600 miles away so all I had was my memories of her until last fall that is. See my dad always goes hunting the week before thanksgiving, and.