Maybe that is the path I will choose. The third option. I open a message window on the site where I have met my friend, and I begin to write to her. I...choose my words carefully. Not to write a story for her enjoyment. Not this time. But to bring her into my world for a moment. To have her join in my thoughts and in the process. I write to her, and I feel myself getting hard again, as I write these words to her: “We’ve never met. At least not in person. You are just a screen name to me and an. You're fantastic!" Dan preened in the compliments. "You're not too bad yourself,lover. That was best fuck I ever had." "Can I see you again?" "Sure, what's your phone number?" Joe scribbled his name and number on a piece of paper and gaveit to Dan. Dan thanked him with a broad smile and climbed out of thevan. He walked over to his car feeling slightly worried. Something wasbuilding in him, something unpleasant. He pushed it from his mind anddrove back home. All the way his sense of unease grew.. " He reached for her, but she spun away from him and bells on her ankles jingled as well. As she turned, she pulled a long scarf from the back of the ensemble, leaving only a single, wide scarf covering her derriere. He whistled in appreciation. Middle-eastern style music began playing quietly. She danced around behind him, and pulled the scarf over his eyes.He could see through it, but now the entire room was a lavender hue, and his vision was slightly obscured. She pulled him backward with. I knew what was going to happen. He thought he was about to penetrate Jenny's young pussy - to ram his cock up a teenage girl's lovely cunt. He must have dreamed about this moment every time he saw her in our building. And instead... I couldn't stop him. If I'd tried, I don't know what he would have done to me. And afterwards, everyone would have known I was a little crossdresser. Also, I was turned on by it. I'd dressed as a sexy young woman and here I was, getting what sexy young women get..