Society was muchmore prudish in the 50's and all men who cross-dressed were assumed to behomos. Now I know things have changed since those days" she i...terjectedas she could see I was about to protest that I wasn't gay. "But, as Isay, cross-dressers also had to resort to private clubs. Now I havealready told you that I used to be a professional dancer. I never made itabove the rank of 'chorus girl' but I appeared with some big name stars.Quite a few of the male dancers in the chorus were gay and. Shit, it's no wonder she's pregnant. She didn't have a chance, she was born to breed.I laid there panting, my hips still twitching a bit, trying to catch my breath and the bitch started hugging me. "Oh, Joey, Joey, I love you so much. You'll take good care of me, I know you will!"Jesus, I hate this part. All I want to do is sleep or eat or do anything else at all but be with this cunt, and she wants to "cuddle". It's easier at the beginning, when I can do it four or five times at a stretch to. ” She panted. Her hands palmed my chest as she arched and pushed against me. “Tell me…” I said softly. I wanted to hear her say it. She was beautiful. Her skin was flushed with desire, breasts rising and falling quickly. I looked down at our sexes and groaned in pure pleasure. My cock disappearing into the tightest woman I’ve ever known. Swollen lips cradling me, rubbing me as I pushed and pulled. I looked back up and saw pure emotion on her face. “Take me. Fuck me. Make me hurt.” She growled. “But that’s perfect. I’d like to get dinner over early tonight so I can go out with the girls. Help me set the table.”That was shoving in the knife and giving it a little twist. Not only did I not get to do anything this afternoon, but tonight was off limits too, and to serve it all up, I was reminded of the morning’s teasing by handling knives and forks, glasses and plates. Just swell!Dinner was over quickly just as Mom wanted. She suggested I clean up by myself. Helen was picking her up, she.