Cheryl was married, but I could tell she had a kinky side to her. She told me several times that she wanted to go to a topless bar. Although she was s...raight, Cheryl had a curious attraction to large breasted women. She often remarked how she was jealous of Rena’s huge tits. There was a really wild topless bar not far from work and I would go there from time to time, usually when friends visited from out of town. I told Cheryl about my last visit when a guy brought his wife in there. They were. But I knew they were feeling it. As it gave them the same feeling as that of a girl. And almost all people who knew me was aware that I am a bit girlish (only a small bit. Nobody teased me or made fun of me witht that). But none knew I am a gay. But to be frank I am not a gay, I am a girl trapped in boy’s body.I loved to cross dress. My parents are abroad. And I live alone in one of the liveliest part of Banglore where rich people live. So I had my privacy to try cross dressing. During my time. ” He turned and handed the paddle handle first toward me. “You get the honors.” Smiles and even a couple of words of praise came from the rest of those in the room and though she continued to shake her head, Jane got up and walked up to her husband and planted a big wet and sexy kiss on him which earned her a few dirty names from the girls. I stood up and Dad released Mom and stepped around her to a near chair. “For the crimes of acting like a slut, teasing me like a whore, and leaving me. I feel your touch as you slide your thumbs into the waistband of my panties and with one motion, pull them down my legs. There we both stand, you with your jeans around your feet and me with my panties around mine. You let out a deep hearty laugh and we both bend to step out of our clothes. As I straighten up, I feel your palm pressing against my mound and I press back. I feel your fingers part my lips and begin to slide along my very wet, very slick pussy. Finding my bud…you tantalize it with.