My attentions shifts when the driver asks, “All dressed up for a night on the town?” He tries to start a friendly conversation. Talking to him tak...s my focus off of the night to come and calms me. We pull up outside the house and it looks like the party is in full swing. People are out front talking and the music inside is thumping. I climb out and pay the driver and he comments as I leave, “Whoever hooks up with you tonight will be one lucky person.” I smile at his kindness and am feeling a. Withjust those six words, a person can be prepared to be transported toanother world, or another time, or feel like a fly on the wall of a reallife event.Which kind of story is this one? Well, let me tell you, and you canjudge.My story starts when I was about sixteen years old, and I was not doingall that well.I had been struggling with my gender for as long as I could remember, butit seemed like lately I could not fight any more, and cross-dressedwhenever I could. Finally, I had reached a. Believe me, they won’t be back for an hour at the earliest.”I was left without a reasonable defense. I did not need one to simply walk out the door but there was a deep-seated need to remain in the room and see where this would go. I hated myself for not walking out and be unaffected by his proposition. My face was burning hot as a slowly walked back to catch a fleeting glimpse of his menacing cock before I made one last attempt to leave. This time, Bradley grabbed my wrist with heart stopping. Irgendwann kamst du zu mir, aber ich war so vertieft in meine Gedanken, dass ich nicht einmal merkte, dass du da bist. Dies hat dir nicht gefallen und wolltest deine „Rache“. Bis mir klar wurde, dass ich nicht allein bin, warst du schon ganz nackt. Wollte aufstehen und zu dir kommen, aber du hast mich zurück geschoben. Habe verstanden, mein Liebling möchte beobachtet werden und meine ganze Aufmerksamkeit nur auf ihr gerichtet haben. Feines Mädchen...Setze mich bequem und schaue dich lächelnd.