Because I don't strap my tits down or do theatricals like facial hair and I certainly don't wear a fake penis. I know I'm a woman; I just have my own ...ay of expressing my male side. If I wanted to be a drag king I would be a stage performer and I'd probably imitate a certain white boy rapper whose style I like, but I can't dance and my timing is shit so I would be no good at that. I'm happy to just be a cross dresser sometimes.So what do I do with my 40DD tits when I'm wearing male clothing? I. It was approaching midnight when she heard something scratching at the window. She peeked out of the covers, expecting to see a branch moving in the wind or maybe even a stray cat, but instead it was a man. He wore a long black coat and a hat with a wide brim, and his eyes looked like shiny pennies. He tapped the window with his sharp, unkempt nails again. He wanted to be let in. Amina knew not to trust strangers, but when she saw the man in black she got a bright and bubbly feeling, like when. I almost drooled at what she was wearing. She had on this sexy mini skirt with a low cut tank top, revealing several inches of cleavage. As if I hadn’t already known she had massive breasts! “So, where’s Linn and your aunt?” I asked when I realized how empty the house seemed. “Oh, aunty is out running some errands and will be out for awhile. Linn’s upstairs; she just woke up.” I look around the room and followed Mimi to the living room where we both sit down to start watching TV. When nothing. She pulled away feeling a strange, slight tingling on her lips. She licked them and came away with very slight smoky taste. Perhaps a hint of whatever drink he’d been having. She led him into the building, pausing to kiss him several times as they went up the stairs. She pressed himself fully against him a couple times, but noticed with a bit of alarm that he wasn’t hard. She hoped his lack of signals wasn’t some sign of impotence! Oh, well, if it was, then there were other parts of him she.