Always looking nice and in charge.That's part of the curse. The curse of crossdressing. When I see a womanthat I'm attracted to, it usually because of...the clothes she wears. Andyou've guessed it; these are clothes that I would like to wear.I'm not a drag queen. I don't dress up in gaudy punk makeup withelaborate hairstyles. The closest I get to something like that is aFrench maid uniform, but I think every crossdresser has that in theirminds at one point or another. A French maid uniform is so. "Karen giggled nervously as Stacey ran her finger around her fat nipple before sucking it again. I reached over and took the other heavy breast, kneading it before giving the nipple a slight tug. Karen moaned. Stacey looked up me as she let the nipple fall from her mouth."Let me watch you fuck her mouth," she said with a grin. "Can she take your whole cock?" She will," I replied as I stepped behind Karen's head.I pulled her towards me slightly so that her head dropped off the end of the bed and. I was shocked and thought no way. The Prince didn't hesitate and agreed. I thought to myself that my nipples are about to be sucked on and I better have enough milk. I felt gentle smooth hands lift my breast into position. Warm lips wrapped around my nipple. I felt an insisted tongue moving and drawing my milk into the waiting mouth. It felt really good and I was enjoying it. I was having no problem with milk volume and I was proud of myself. Soon the minute was up and the mouth. ”Chris looked at Sophie, waiting for more information.“You know everything about lingerie and stockings and so on, and we want to do all that, not just boring underwear.”“So your husband is going to benefit as well then!”“Em, not really, he had decided he doesn’t want to go to the wedding, and anyway….”Sophie started blushing, something Chris had never seen before. Interesting.Chris moved closer to Sophie and whispered in her ear.“What are you up to? Are you being naughty?”Sophie looked around.