"A bit more to what than that?" Bree asked."I kind of need the wig," I said. "It helps me to look feminine." But you look feminine without the wig," ...ree said."I need all the help I can get," I said quietly."Oh, please," Bree sighed. "Why do you say that?" Um," I said, annoyed by the charade, "because I'm really a guy?" What?" Bree exclaimed. She jumped in front of the chair and carefullystudied my face. "Oh my God," she said."Oh come on," I mumbled."I had no idea!" Bree looked over at. Damn, I guess being horny doesn't really know boundaries at my age. He pulls off his trousers and underpants completely and sits down next to me again. He hadn't touched it yet. I start to get uncomfortably, so I start putting on my own clothes again, but Milan stops me with his hands. "Can I still… you know… look at you?" I think about that. He did just give me a blowjob, so the least I can do to return the favor, is let him look at me, right? That makes sense. But why does is feel so bad? So. His mother was working until six most nights, so he had an hour or two topractice his walking in four inch heels while painted like a twenty fiveyear old tart. On the weekend before the coup de grace was to beadministered, Michael sent him to have his hair dyed strawberry blondwith pink highlights at the sides. Dressed in girl's clothing, this timeappropriate for his age and wearing makeup, the hairdresser assumed hewas a girl and did as he asked. She wasn't so sure about the other partof his. .then jack off so I can watch you," she said. I began stroking myself as she sat under me, and after a while ahe asked, "Is there anyhting wrong?" I told her there wasn't, and she said, "Hmmm...perhaps you need some additional stimulation." She removed her bra, and her full breasts with their hard nipples swayed before my eyes. "Does this help?", she asked with a smile. I nodded, and told her I wanted to cum on her breasts. She shook her head saying, "I cannot go to services with you all over.