When I was 4 years old, my mother would take me shopping and I would throw tantrums if my she didn't take me to look at the girls clothes too. I woul... try on pants but only on one condition: I got to look at the dresses when we were done!When I was 5 years old, I wanted to be Princess Leia for Halloween. My mother thought it was adorable and was more than happy to buy me the costume. The following year, I was Snow White. Crossdressing for Halloween became a lifelong tradition.When I was 8,. My mother was engulfed and her lover, my best buddy, was all set to give her the most intimate experience. I sat at the edge of the hallway, behind the sofa to witness the most unforgettable love making in my whole life.Ravi was by now, licking her navel intensely, his hands, caressing her butt greedily. My mom was in her elements already giving encouraging ‘aaahs, ohhh god, oh my gaawd, ooohhs’ to every move he made. It took nearly 20 min for Ravi to get to remove her sari. He was looking deep. Did that mean we could besomething, even with Bethan around? Damn, did it mean I would have toget involved with her too? Don't get me wrong, she's a knockout I'dhappily fuck to the moon and back, but fucking is far from dating. Idon't date.And what of logistics? They lived together, surely anything we had wouldbe second fiddle to theirs. I tightened my grip on my forgottencocktail. Second fiddle? No. Fucking. Way. I do not settle for beingsecond. I drew in a breath, stoking my anger. Her hips were constantly rising and rubbing against my hand as I stroked her in the ‘Y’ between her thighs.Once again to my amazement, she asked me if I knew, where a woman’s clitoris was? I had to confess that I was not sure and asked Linda to be kind and show me. She reached down and opened herself to me. A soft moving sheath like membrane hood above her pussy button eased back to reveal her engorged and swollen clitoris. “Touch it Fred”. She almost begged me to touch but cautioned to be very.