He shot a nice load up into the air, all over his clothes and my hand and arm.So there we were in his bedroom and I had just made my first cock shoot,...and that was how it all started for me. Here we are all these years later and as those years went by I developed my love for being en-femme, for being dominated by men and women and my desires to please.To continue, it became quite a regular thing for me to go my friend, Chris', home at the weekend and while Chris would pour through his magazines. Later we all sat down on the sofa and had a chat .Then durga spoke to me – “i know this is awkward arjun, but i’ve really waited for this chance, since the time I got to know your prowess from bindu”. Then we all started sextalkingD – durga, b – bindu, m – meM – yeah, maam, I was always fascinated by your firm breats and was able to get a few glimpses over the blouse during classesD – come on, arjun don’t call me maam. And yes, I hear that you have a breast fetish. Is that true.?B – oh, tell me. My loins are pressing hard against your encased bottom. My big cock is uncomfortable as it swelling to new propotions in my tight jeans. I sense you quiver again, a slight pressure as you press your firm buttocks against my cock. With your fear, I also sense your excitement. My body follows the contour of your torso bent over the table, I again feel your buttocks clench and rise to meet my swelling cock. My jeans are so tight, and my erection threatens to burst through the stiff denim.I gentle. Women's clothing on the other hand was about freedom andbeauty. Men's clothing is boring; women's clothing exciting. Womenexpressed themselves through their clothing, men weren't supposed toexpress themselves at all.All through my teenaged years my crossdressing experimentation continuedand expanded but was limited to what of my mother's clothing I couldactually fit into. I had to be careful to fold and place the clothingback exactly as I found it but I took the risk of being found out for Ihad.