The how part of crossdressing is usually easy to explain; thewhy part is much more complicated and varied. In any case for me it hadto do with whom I ...dentified with, namely my mother rather than myfather. That combined with an abundance of curiosity as to what being awoman was like provided the impetus for experimentation. For me thatexperimentation occurred whenever my parents and brother were notaround.Yes, I raided my mothers lingerie drawer. I had to know what all thatsilky and wonderful. Make yourself cum. Rub that whore cunt of yours and cum you fucking slut…” The rapid fire stream of epithets and verbal abuse sent her over the edge. She let out a soft cry, doing everything she could to keep from screaming as the orgasm slammed into her. She leaned her shoulder against him and rode the wave, whimpering with pleasure. She felt her pussy contracting around her fingers as she swirled them inside herself, and she slid them up to rub her clit directly, bringing herself to a new. Tabatha moved her head down and started licking and sucking on Brenda's tits and nipples. She wrapped her arms around Brenda's back and thrust her pelvis forward, smacking her pussy on Brenda's. Brenda screeched and spread her legs squatting down to get more contact between their pussies. Suddenly both women lost their balance and fell onto the couch. Tabatha pushed Brenda away and backed up on the couch, her legs spread and juices dripping on the cushion. She motioned for Brenda to do the. At the bottom of the last flight was another door, I tentatively openedit a crack to see an hotel sized modern kitchen. Opening it more I sawan apparently middle aged woman cutting vegetables on a large choppingboard. She looked up."About time you were about," she didn't smile, "it's Trixie, isn't it?" Yes." I was nervous of the knife."Yes, Cook, when you speak to me." Yes, Cook." Put your kitchen apron on, it's hanging on the back of the door, thenput those dirty pans in the dishwasher on.