What fun would class be if I couldn'tgive the boys a little show every now and then.Speaking of shows, it was time to get one started here just for me... Abig show, as it turned out, and all mine. I leaned forward, my slenderfingers working his belt buckle.His cock was already nice and hard, standing straight out just for me. Istroked it once or twice, gently tugging on it before I leaned in allthe way forward to lick down its length. Soon, though, I was ready toreally get started, and took it. Never mind. The list of women you know who you DIDN’T have sex with seems to be the shorter list.”“Spoken like someone who, for the times, could give me a run for my money.”“The 60s were a LOT more fun than the 50s, that’s for sure. Sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll. I did skip the drugs part.”“Me, too. And I’m an ABBA fan.”“There’s no accounting for taste! I’m more Rolling Stones, Jefferson Airplane, Bob Dylan, the Grateful Dead, that kind of thing. The thing is, given HIV and other issues, I. I'll go in and see his lordship so he knows exactly why we didthis." You're not going in there alone,Debbie. I'm coming with you," Pete stated. I didn't want him involved buthe was adamant and I had to give in. A little support would come in useful. Wediscussed it further and I agreed when Benny insisted that I phoned him half anhour after he left.Ellen looked at me in complete surprisewhen she answered my jangle of the ancient front door bell. I suppose I reallydid look a comical sight; woolly. ..like maybe I was going a bit too far...that somehow this was going way beyond some cute little dress-up play-time with my older sister. But it seemed fine for me to try these clothes on for myself. And (I often hate to admit it) I had really become used to wearing girls' clothes for almost five years by that time. They felt very natural to wear. And it seemed innocent enough, and again, there was nothing sexual going on. I had no desire to become a girl. I wasn't attracted to guys in any way,.