The pace hasn't slowed at all, He kisses me on the neck while saying: Do you like it?Mmmoui ... yes ... I love your dick ... I tell him.He must absolu...ely fuck me from the front and from behind. I am abandoned to him without restrictions,I'm ready to come, but I still want to come ... So I make the pleasure last ... it allows itself to be discharged (in large quantities) into my anus.I'm excited, I need to have fun, I resume my comings and goings without saying anything to him. Pleasure comes. So if these are the essential qualifications to be a crossdresser then I'm in deep trouble. Let's look at them one by one.* I knew I was different / guilt and agony - Nah, I have always had an ego that has never let me down. I knew if I did it there had to be somebody else out there that wanted to do it too, even if I didn't know them. So why feel guilty? It has to be normal to someone. * I joined the army to prove I'm not gay - Hell, I was number 347 in the draft. Remember I grew up while we. He pulled off my top as I laid down on my chest. My bra strap was in the way so he unhooked my bra too. If I had not been so tipsy, I would have reacted. But in my state it felt good and I never thought about Steve in any sexual way. I had only a little skirt on, so I was almost naked except around my waist. Steve got me very, very relaxed and I felt so good. He reached over and gave me my drink. When I sat up my breast got totally exposed, but Steve made no mention of that he had a clear view. Iheld the silky straps in each hand and stepped into the wonderfulgarment. I pulled the slip up over my body and slid the straps over myshoulders letting it fall to a length that just about covered my stockingtops.I couldn't help but admire the image I had created in the mirror. I feltsexy and feminine and hoped fervently that Richard would like it. BeforeI finished dressing I applied some bright red nail varnish. As I sat onmy bed waiting for my nails to dry I couldn't help wondering what.