I told that for many years I was a closet cross dresser, then after our k**s left home my wife informed me that she knew about my dressing and then sh... told me that she was going to take control of how and when I was going to dress. She started my all my clothes, lingerie,wigs,shoes and breast forms. Sadly she passed away from cancer in 2000. One weekend my cd friend Blair called me and asked if I would be interested in coming over to do a bondage photo shoot with me as the subject, I told her. ‘Hello? Whose there?’The rustling intensified, and I rushed to the bushes just in time to see a naked man stumble over his puddle of clothes and sprawl in the mud. As he struggled to his feet I saw his huge balls swinging between his legs. He had his back to me and realising that he had been caught, grinned at me over his shoulder before turning to face me. The breath caught in my throat as I came face-to-face with my first real cock. It was firmly erect and speared menacingly from his hairy. Kate was waiting, orb in hand. Before he even finished undressing, Kate had him looking like her twin. He admired the long reddish blonde hair cascading past his shoulders, the firm, medium sized breasts he now sported, and the hourglass figure Kate worked so hard to keep. The problem was, he was now admiring himself. Well, he sighed to himself, he _had_ agreed. He began dressing himself in Kate's clothes. By the time he finished, he was looking across the room at his own likeness, wearing. I saw cum stains on the screen and smelled cum in the booth. As my eyes adjusted I saw where many guys had shot a load here and tried to clean up with tissue. I saw a few small holes in the wall and did a quick peek through each one. One looked right back into the office behind the front counter. No one was in there right now. Another looked into the next booth. As I looked, a man entered the booth and shut the door. He squated down and I heard some movement. As I looked under my video.