.probably 7 or 8 years old. Icould not resist the feeling of my little sister's lace and silky slipsand dresses. Having 2 sisters made dressing easy f...r me! I was a goodstudent, followed the house rules, tried not to get in trouble too muchso my parents weren't too worried.I saw an article on transsexuals in "Look" Magazine at about 11, and knewI was hooked. It seemed as though TS and TV women were always in my path.I could not believe the feeling I had; I felt a closeness to them forsome. .each story is stand alone but it definitely helps if you've read the previous chapters!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It had been about 4 months since I had my last male to male encounter. That time in the gym with Marks friend who I didn't even know...it drove me wild and I knew I needed more. I continued to cruise the gym every day, but I only ever saw him a few times, and each of those time he was either passing me. I wondered what the night had in store? Nicky was never boring and was always game for a laugh.When I got back Nicky was on her second glass of Vodka, she said telly was boring and did I fancy playing spin the bottle? The rules where quite simple, you spun a bottle and when it stopped, whoever it was facing took off an item of clothing.We tossed a coin for who went first, I won, I spun the bottle and lost, so Nicky had me take off my T shirt, because the loser won the spin I spun again, but I. His hair tickled her nose on occasion, as she tried to get more and more of him into her mouth. Her lips maintained as much suction as she could muster and she gripped his thighs with her nails. If Carlo was in any pain it was more than counteracted by the pleasure he now felt.After several intense moments she slowed, following a change in the rhythm of the music. Now she turned her attention to the head of Carlo’s cock and found it like a summer nectarine whose flesh is so sweet one wants to.