I melted at the feel of his wonderful lush lips, yet I am still in shock by his sudden attack. As a smirk spread across his face my face turned bright...red which in turn made me rush out the door.I missed my first class completely since I had stay in the restrooms go over what had just happened to me. Finally, I decided it was really nothing and that it never happened at all, so I left to head towards the cafeteria. I never made it, for my beautiful attacker stopped me with that same smirk. He said he has lot more of such photos and he took some other similar magazines from the trunk. He said that the centre page of the magazines had such beautiful naked women’s photos. I was happy that he had given me the photo and was about to leave the room, when he said that I can keep the photo only if I allow him to feel my breast. I didn’t think much as I need the photo desperately to show to my brother and it’s not a big deal to me as my brother often feels my breast.He moved to my back,. He put his arm around her and headed for the door. She leaned provocatively into him, held his arm to her breast, and unsnapped the rest of the buttons on her shirt. The trailer was close by. We got there and he let us in. It was neat and clean. It had a narrow living space, a galley kitchen, a small bathroom and a large bedroom in the back. John asked "Would you like something to drink?" We said yes and he went of to get them. Carol and I sat on the couch. I pulled her in for a passionate kiss. It taps you on the shoulder like a little version of yourself in a pair of slinky stockings, satin panties, a bra. Maybe even a slinky soft slip. I call her my inner panty goddess or panty slut depending what mood she is in.  She whispers in your ear, remember the real you includes me. Because to be a CrossDresser implies there is a softer feminine side wishing to be expressed. Your love of the feel of lingerie. Walking into the department store and to the “Womens Intimates”Department..