’ He followed up with, as he also pocketed her panties. As she stood up another gush of semen escaped captivity. ‘Here let me help you clean up.�... He said as he kneeled between her thighs and licked it off the red hair that covered her pubis. His tongue slipped inside and began to tickle her clitoris. Stephanie balanced herself by holding his head but didn’t try to stop this invasion. In seconds she was rocking back and forth, luxuriating in the sensations before her synapses fired again. Tom. That meant nearly a hundredwriters, directors, media people -- a heavy dose of "creatives" and afew business types all mixed together. It would be a great way to blowoff the pressure of the past few months.A few days before the party, Suzanne had a 'closing' meeting with herclient. It was scheduled to happen in one of the porticos in the loungeof the Mid-Town Westin. That was a good sign. The corporate officeswere more formal and often a little contentious. Suzanne had changed a lot in the. She had her other hand on her hardened nipple, tugging at it. All through this I heard her Moaning my name over and over again. Emma suddenly sped her hands up. She moved her hand from her nipple, and started fingering her wet snatch. I could hear the sound of her juices squishing from my bush a few meters away. Her moans became louder, and infinitely dirtier. ‘Fuck me James, move your fingers JUST LIKE THAT!’ she screamed, until suddenly I stepped backwards, and snapped a twig. She stopped. Her last words as she left were. "Ilove you, babe." Not necessarily the words of someone who hated me forwhat I had been doing."Shit, shit, shit," I cursed myself again, why hadn't I stopped all thiswhen I married?The truth was, of course, that I couldn't stop. There was a time, Iguess, before I started crossdressing, but I couldn't remember when thatwas. I had been crossdressing since I was a kid and had begun byborrowing my mum's clothes. At bath-time, I had discovered Mum left herstockings.