I live on my own in an apartment in Palm Beach,Florida and worked at a bank. I bought my clothes by mail-order nothaving the courage to buy things in ...erson. I just loved the feel of thesoft silky women's clothes on my skin. I often wore panties andpantyhose under my suit to work. I had several nightgowns which I alwayswore to bed. In fact I rarely wore male sleepwear. While I was growingup I used to wear my mother's clothes.I had entered a completion in a magazine called "Blush". The first. We soon got friendly and my Wife and I looked out for her. One winter her car let her down and my wife offered to send me round to have a look at it. She was really friendly and had steaming coffee waiting for me after I fixed the car. We chatted about her coming home at lunchtime and it led to me confessing an attraction to her then. We laughed it off. As time went on she seemed to call on me more and I began to think some of the faults were excuses to see me. One weekend my wife was away with. After a few minutes of my best efforts, I felt his cock swell and balls tense. I knew what was about to happen. He emptied burst after burst into my hungry, waiting mouth grunting with every powerful blast. I had waited too long to waste any of it. I swallowed as little as possible holding it in my mouth, savoring every drop. As he withdrew I looked up, opened my mouth, and showed it to him like a good slut. Then, almost boastful, swallowed his flavorful seed. He quickly adjusted himself and. Her eyes widen and she smiles knowingly."Just let me know if I can be of assistance, MA'AM," she responds. I scurry out of the store with you following close behind. "She sure clocked you!" You comment dryly."I know, dammit! It was my fake voice that tipped her off," I reply." Just be yourself, Monique," you say reassuringly."Hard to do when I don't recognize myself in mirrors," I respond."You'll get used to it, it just takes practice," you say patiently. I begin to feel much better and am.