Despite her sadness, the face that stared back at me was beautiful,breath-taking even. I was captivated by her, yet she was me.With my hands between ...y thighs, I could feel my cock becomeinappropriately hard just looking at that face. Although I could tell itfelt smaller, I wanted those lips in the mirror to wrap around my dick,but in reality they were attached to my own mouth. It was a bizarredichotomy, feeling that way about yourself, but not immediatelyassociating a face as your own. . She was probably wet on the inside, but it would take some doing to bring the wetness to the surface. So he slid the two middle fingers up and down, up and down, occasionally feeling for her clit through the material and gently touching it. Slowly, the panties became embedded in Lori’s crotch as the lips began to open. Mike knew that the source of Lori’s wetness was some sort of gland – he didn’t know its name, and Lori didn’t either – located at the base of the pussy, secreting fluids into. Her hands slowly moved up her long legs. When she got to the bottom hem of her t-shirt she grabbed it and started lifting it up. When she got half way to her waist I realized something was under her shirt."What's going on?" I repeated.She did not reply but kept slowly lifting up her shirt. The object took shape. It looked like a smooth black dildo but I could not figure out how it was hanging there. Her shirt moved up some more. Two black straps wound around her upper theighs. With the strap-on. I began to touch myself as I swayed, from my thighs up to my breast prosthesis which was encased in my bra. The nipples were perpetually erect, and so were my own, underneath them. He walked straight up to my balcony and asked could he come up and join me. I told him in a soft voice that I wasn't a real woman, but a crossdresser. He said he thought that might be the case and that he was very aroused by that fact. So, I smiled and told him to come right on up! Without a word, when he entered my.