L thought l had to go to the toilet to finish myself off, l couldn't wait now till l got to my hotel room, so without trying to be obvious l held on t... my skirt, so it didn't fall down, Although my big bum would probably of held it up and rushed of to the toilet. l had to wait outside until a women came out for what seemed like ages. standing there holding on to my skirt feeling very damp and tense between my legs. finally l got in and dropped my skirt and panties sat down, put my head back and. After the last match as he was changing, he was approached with an invitation to meet other world-renowned martial artists.He accepted and gave them his phone number so they could get in touch with him.He got out of bed very slowly; he was still slightly sore from the previous day's actions and more important, was that Helen had been rather needy when they got home. Being the good man he was, he couldn't let her suffer like that. It's not like he didn't enjoy himself either.He went to wash up. Although I have been careful about my real world identity, like any good gossip these things circumnavigate the grapevine of whispered words and nudged innuendo, and there are probably more people who know who I am than I am aware of … or comfortable with. And one of my regular readers, as became glaringly apparent, is Pippa’s hulking, taciturn, significant other, Jimmy. Now the last time we saw Pippa she was rushing to her bedroom to run the batteries on her prettily eared rabbit dry before. . I will go back many years and start at an earlier age. For as long as I can remember I have cross dressed, always in private, without my partners or girlfriends knowing, totally in the closet, and when dressed I often practised self bondage, used dildos on myself, especially before wanking. I enjoyed shaving when I could, had the usual purges, it has cost me a fortune over the years. Physically while tall I had always been slimly built.