Carrying Filly's purse and other baggage and not seeming to mind at all."He must have been ripe for a fall, attracting a strong-arm cross-dressing boy...riend like Filly." The Fag-Hag considered herself as somekind of priestess of alternate romance. Once a fashion model now aginggracefully, she managed to marry well and become rich due to earlywidowhood.She was a grey-haired lady who dressed in tweeds and wore a Druid cloak,it was rumoured that the woman was a leader in this coven of. "Yeah, I'm fine Liz." He knew she didn't believe him.She smiled softly, then looped her arm in his, encouraging him."You ready... ?" she asked gently.No, but let's do this anyway. He took one last look at the river, and then nodded to her before they headed back up to her car. She didn't ask why he'd wanted to meet here instead of her picking him up from his apartment. It was obviously important to him, and she didn't pry."Liz, you don't need to do this if you don't..." he managed to get out. "Let's give you some lashes so you will pass for a girl more easily."Seeing the sense in that I allowed her to glue on some false eyelashes.Julia the touched up her own makeup before we rejoined her mother."Time for your first girls lingerie shopping trip Tracey," Julia's Mumsaid.I should have, and I am sure I would have, felt terror at being takenlingerie shopping before, when I was a boy and dressed like one, butdressed as I was I struggled to think of myself as a boy any more.Although we got. You sit back and let me get him out for you. I love unzipping you and reaching in to get him. Mmm, I’m unzipping you now and getting him.”I was around the ironing board and kneeling between Tim’s legs and unzipping his pants, and reaching for his cock in a flash. But I was still a little behind Terry’s fantasy.Terry: “There now, doesn’t that feel better. He sure feels good in my hand.”Tim: “Hold on, Honey, I need to catch up.”Terry: “Hurry up, silly and take it out and play with it, don’t break.