Then they would realize I was a guy, and their eyeswould widen. A couple of them laughed out loud. Most crossdressers whobought women's clothing playe... the game. The garment was for theirgirlfriend, or for their wife. Both sides knew better, but neither onesaid it.With me? There was no game. Mistress would tell them straight out thatI was becoming her sissy, that I needed panties and bras. A couple ofsaleswomen offered their fitting rooms. After all, dollars don't comein pink, do they? They. I don’t know what...” “Come here, silly.” I knelt down, still in disbelief even when she parted her legs and stroked her fingers over her pussy. I walked forward on my knees, the ridiculous waddle drawing a little chuckle from her. She reached down between her legs and put her fingers on the tip of my dick, pressing it downward. As I moved forward the last few inches, she used her fingers to guide me. We both let out loud groans followed by a gasp as I slid inside her. I couldn’t believe how. I poked my head in the Jennifer's Convertibles store across the street from the Goddard main entrance and got lucky. They were having a sale and, after only a little agony, I bought the sleeper sofa. They promised to deliver it before Thanksgiving, which gave me plenty of time.When Sharon called the next Wednesday, though, I couldn't help myself."So," I asked, "did you decide about the trip?" Yeah," she said. "If you're buying the plane ticket, I'll come. And I'll bring my garter belt and pose. He thought of driving his rock hard cock into her tight wet hole, but brushed it aside knowing she was more than sore from her ordeal. ‘Wow,’ Kylie stretched back on the soft down bed, her heart fluttering in her chest from the excitement. ‘That was amazing!’ Her hands rubbing playfully over her flushed body. ‘Thanks.’ Cole said with a rather arrogant smirk on his face. She looked almost perfect to him laying there naked, the light catching her curves. ‘You need to rest some more now, they.