His egg-sized, balls were hanging down about six inches in a very hairy scrotum, and he had a strong masculine smell, combined with the smell of Kay�...s pussy and cum. I was embarrassing myself a little since I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off that impressive piece of cock meat. I didn’t have much time to think about it as he moved closer and shoved his cock into Kay in one thrust, as I began sucking her prominent clit.It was amazing seeing her hair part and vulva separate and stretch to. That first encounter in his room was a light headed blur. He looked amazing and by misleading me at first, he already knew I thought Alexa was beautiful. He had shown me pictures before, telling me that they were of his older sister. Maybe I should have known, but at that age, the idea of my friend being a cross dresser never entered my mind. He was so so beautiful and feminine as a girl, if she/he wanted to suck my cock, why wouldn’t I let her? The feeling of her soft lips brushing against my. After a few questions about my day – the kind Miranda was helping me grow accustomed to – my mother cleared her throat, looked at my father, and nodded in my direction. My father gave a confused look, which made my mother sigh in frustration. She put down her fork, lifted her napkin to wipe her mouth, and then said, ‘So, Deacon, when do we get to meet Miranda?’ ‘Oh!’ my father whispered in understanding. My mother stared at me, smiling calmly. ‘Miranda?’ I choked out, mostly to stall. I. Itlooked well-made, not Halloween junk. Its skirt was extremely full andextremely short. I held it up against me and wondered if it would evencover my panties. Wearing it would be an exercise in humiliation."Thank you, Mr. Steele," I said.Inside the box I also found a short, rustling taffeta petticoat half aninch longer than the skirt, a lace-trimmed satin apron that was prettyif not practical, and a pair of black satin panties with rows ofruffled white lace sewn onto the seat.My heart sank as.