” I protested to no avail, saying I needed my clothes to get home. He just laughed, and he departed with my clothes. I asked the others if they had ...omething else for me to wear, but they both just said “sorry” no…!!!The guy said he needed to cum again, so he decided to jerk off. I had to lie down and he straddled me and got off on my face as she fingered him and yanked on my balls. After a while, they said that they would have to go as well. I pleaded with them to release me, and told them. I rest my hands on his soft, curly hair, and he starts bobbing, slowly at first to test the depth. He can go halfway before I can feel the back of his throat, so he holds onto me while he strokes with lips and mouth and tongue. He goes fa feel myself tensing and so does he. For each spasm he brings his mouth to the head, as if he is sucking the cum from me. He swallows as I moan and squeeze his hair and thrust my hips. He squeezes as I cum, intensifying my orgasm so I yell, ohhh!. He takes the. "Isn't it obvious what's happening?" Dad asks. "Young man, you shouldknow by now that you can't hide ANYTHING from me, and I can read youlike a book." I gulp- surely dad can't have figured out aboutStephanie, can he?"So, pray tell, what's going on?" Mum asks."When Steve says 'friend' he obviously means 'girlfriend'!" Dad laughs,making me sigh and shake my head. "So come on then son, what's hername?" I freeze as dad puts me on the spot- but I quickly realise whata golden opportunity this is. If. I had been crossdressing for many years in the medium-sized city I was from that had been LGBT friendly. I would be fully smooth, shaven top to bottom, dress often in black sheer tights, slips, a variety of black skirts or dresses - usually evening wear type, heels, wigs, and even a dildo inserted and get brave and walk around my suburban neighbourhood at night. It was bordered by a tough neighbourhood and we would get many of these people walking and driving down our streets. I would even.