He cleansed them for a few seconds, but then tossed it. "I don't like feeling my seed when I'm having sex." Just when you masturbate, Stan?" I inquire..., wrapping my arms around his head."I guess, yes, wow, you get me," he commended me, grabbing my thighs."It’s a gift, fortunately for you, I'll only have to use it once on you," I mentioned before kissing him."To get me to say 'Fuck it' and get into bed with you?" Yes, stud," I agreed, moving my torso around. "Now feel your bare dick inside me. "I really only cross-dressed for a couple years, and that was ten years ago. Now, you want an expert, you have to go to someone like Carl Buttery down at Dress to Desire, a specialty cross-dressing clothing shop in Chicago, from whom I learned most of what I know. He forgot more thirty years ago than I'll ever know. On the other hand, I do have a little perspective that he doesn't." Thank you for coming," Amber piped up. "And while we've got everyone's attention, we'll start serving out on the. Now to relate the tale, and tale it indeed is, not fictional, believe me I have the actual wound to prove it was a battle of wills and led to some small degree of physical conflict. Violence is almost too strong a word, but this is no work of fiction, this is beyond the imagination of even the great writers of our time. This is completely true and, as I have seen on movies and TV shows, and even the news this week, a warning needs to be given. The following contains scenes of violence, partial. She insisted on doing all the driving on our dates.Our first meeting was arranged by her to be in front of Neiman Marcus, an exclusive department store in the Galleria. We walked and chatted. She window-shopped. We stopped in a café by the ice rink for a latte.On the first real date, I picked her up at her home. I met her at the door and started toward my Mercedes SL-Class."I want to drive my car!" she announced. I opened the door for her. She got in, letting her skirt ride high exposing her.