When I lookedinto the mirror I was really surprised. I have always been acrossdresser, but I hever expected to look like a woman. Because of thatI wen... into a women's shop and bought shoes and a new dress. "Do you wantto wear it right away?" Definitely. The old dress doesn't really fit. Please throw it away." Icould see that she agreed, but she was too professional to say anything.I do not know why, but I ended up in the same bar and had a couple more.I should have known. With such a loss of. I got the feeling she was showing me on purpose. She was well endowed and was quite attractive. Her hair was turning gray, but it was a flattering look for her. She smiled and said, “Would you like to come in for a minute? I’ve just finished brewing a pot of coffee.” I gulped and said, “Sure I would love to.” As I followed her into the kitchen, from behind I could see that she had nice, wide hips and her ankles and calves were shapely. She sat down at the kitchen table, crossed her leg and I. 'How old', I asked, 'OK OK', she kept saying, she was keen for us to go and get started, then in exasperation, she said 'Eighteen', as if suddenly realizing my concerns for age, but she lied, using her size as a reason for her looking so petite.We got into my bedroom and I peeled my trunks down, proudly displaying my need for her, my hard cock bouncing before her eyes, I reached out and slipped my hand under her top and tugged on her nipple, it was that easy, my own personal Barbie doll, and I. Her breasts weren’t huge but nicely presented in that bra and I kissed her cleavage. Wendy began pulling at my golf shirt as I reached around the back to unclasp her bra. “It’s in the front”, Wendy said softly as the shirt came up over my head. Freeing her breasts, there was a little sag to them but not much.“You’re beautiful.” I said, in genuine admiration.“No I’m not,” she replied.“Well you’re beautiful to me!“ I reasserted and ended all conversation with a deep tongue kiss and my hands on.