My mother has several pictures of me dressed from head to toe as a little girl. Pretty dresses, shoes, make-up, hats, and of course my hair all nice a...d curly. They thought it was cute and adorable as a small child.As I got older I quickly realized it wasn't considered cute any more and in fact there was something wrong with any boy who dressed as a little girl and boys just don't do that. These types of comments were commonplace. A boy is expected to be a boy and girls are supposed to do girl. After a few seconds Lisa scooted her body upward on the bed until her tits were on a level with my lips. Not being one to pass up a good thing, I began to feast on her lovely delicious nipples which became hard as stone and trembled between my lips while Lisa moaned in ecstasy. Lisa reached down with her left hand, found my cock, and grasped it firmly. Then she began to gently stroke it while making certain that its head was stroking her body and spreading more pre-cum over her. By that time,. I had been told that there was a cabin place that had glory holes in it and never having been to one thought we would go and check it out, so after a nice few drinks when we were a little pissed and very relaxed we moved on and found the place in question.It looked like any other cabin /sex shop but as we went in the guy behind the counter smiled and asked if we needed change we got the money and removed our coats the guy behind the counter could not keep his eyes off of your cleavage, and I. “I’m going to go home and forget this whole thing ever happened as well,” I explained.“Good for you. If you ever stop back in this area, I’ll buy you a drink,” she suggested.“I don’t drink, but I might stop in for a glass of iced tea,” I suggested.“I’ll buy some tea bags just in case,” she offered.“You do that little lady,” I said it in my way overdone fake southern drawl. “Well, we got to get on the road.”With that I stepped onto the top of the scooter and sat down. Yes, it was a lot like.