‘So many things I want to do with you. And to you.’‘So, let’s do them,’ moaned a wanton Meg, trying to pull him back towards her body. Jack ...hook his head.‘Way too many ideas to get through in one night. Not enough time,’ smiled Jack. So, I’m going to use my favourite way of gauging your honest opinion,’ he grinned. With that, he easily manoeuvred Meg onto her hands and knees, pushed her head onto the pillow and knelt behind her. There was a pause during which Meg could hear a condom wrapper. " Giggling trying to pull away from his hands. "...See?" I said as I lift my shirt to show him my shorts."What have I told you... I do not like to be teased." he said placing his lips against mine. "If you do it again. You will have hell to pay."I nodded to him. It was something about his voice. Something about the tone of his voice. I know deep down he was not playing with me. We talked about many things till I fell asleep in his arms.I was awoken to a terrifying sound. ISat up as I had awoken. All through my teenaged years my crossdressing experimentation continuedand expanded but was limited to what of my mother's clothing I couldactually fit into. I had to be careful to fold and place the clothingback exactly as I found it but I took the risk of being found out for Ihad to satisfy what was to become a lifelong crossdressing compulsion.At one point my mother figured it out and discreetly asked me to stayout of her dresser but didn't press the issue any further. I think shethought it. The listener then gets a $200 prize. Listening to the show reminded me of something that I did that my mother never knew about (thank God) even though she played a major part in it.I was still a virgin at the tender age of seventeen - a condition that I desperately wanted to change. Just before my eighteenth birthday my nineteen-year-old brother, Buddy, asked me what I would like for a birthday gift. I jokingly told him that I wanted to lose my virginity and he laughed and said, "Sorry. I'm not.