Cheesy. Spicy. Kind of soggy. Hubby and me got to talking again, but it was different. I walked around without a bra often enough at home. I did not n...rmally walk around or sit around in a skirt with no underwear. I could feel the air between my legs and I really couldn't forget about it. So we talked, but I was distracted.Feeling the lack of underwear also made me really notice the lack of bra under my shirt. I looked down to see the outline of hard nipples against the cloth. That would be. But ... this man must first be comfortable with some things. First, I am not passable as female although I hope to become more feminine in appearance. Right now when I wear dresses, bras, panties, tights and little girlie shoes, I look like what I am, a man in women's clothes. I don't wear makeup because I'm blind and have not been taught how to properly apply it. I do want to learn though and would love to have a boyfriend who would put my makeup on me for a while as I learn how to do it. One of the many courses allied to the scholarship was massage therapy. It was something I never really thought about as a serious career, but figured at least I’ll get to know my muscle groups better, and employ some techniques on myself when I next get injured.I needed to use warm bodies to practice on, so would offer free sixty-minute massages to some of my friends, and my girlfriend at the time. I became quite good at it and began to understand how to release and relax folk. To be honest. “Sh-shouldn’t you be naked too?”“Would that make you this easier for you?” I asked seriously and she replied with a nod so I moved my hands away and took off my shirt while she unzipped her pants and wiggled out of them. I undid my belt and took off my pants too, exposing both of us while she eyed me nervously while lying on the table. My dick was rock hard as I grabbed onto her hips and moved in closer.“If your telling the truth, then this might hurt a bit ok, but I promise it’ll feel better.