Tell me, would you really to be associated with someone who would drop $1.25 for one of those soft pretzels? With mustard? Sometimes I think that cros...dressing couldn't exist without malls. I really can't recall a story where a crossdresser got prettied up and went anywhere else. Concerts - you have to sit too close to some stranger. Public parks, better but there's a lot of open territory to cross and too many sharp eyed kids. The mall is just great for impersonal semi-interaction, but I'll. "Both..." Yes, both..." he laughed again."I thought you were but a boy. Do you think you are man enough to do both in one afternoon?" she asked him, wrapping her legs around his and pulling him to her as she lowered her lips down on the big, purple head of his penis."There is only one way to find out, Mrs Ayola," he said, taking her head between his hands and pushing it down toward his jutting prick.With her long, shapely legs curled around behind his muscular legs, she dug her long, sharp. I tried to swat her hand away from my butt. She slapped the backs of my thighs a few times and I gave that up. OMG did that hurt. I tried to get up. Madame E grabbed onto me so hard that I couldn't move. The whole time, she was scolding me in French (well it seemed like she was scolding me, I couldn't understand what she was saying).Finally, she stopped! She must have hit me over a hundred times! My butt hurt so much! I was crying from the pain and humiliation. She just shoved me off of her lap. Mmm. oh Greg, oh, Greg." "Are you all right?" he asked with a concerned look as he raised up, his face all dripping and wet. Then, I realized that he'd never experienced a woman's orgasm, especially a very powerful one like I'd just had. I pulled him up and kissed him over and over. "Oh, yes, Greg, you gave me a wonderful orgasm. Sometimes, a woman sounds like she's in real pain but, oh, let me tell you, your tongue was magnificent. You got me off really well. Now it's my turn. Go sit in the.