"Does that mean you're wearing the dress?" she asked, 'the look' flashing on her face again.Now I was worried. After all, the look usually meant troub...e, but I never realized it would be this bad. This was no high-school prank; this was serious. Charlotte is a bible-belt city, despite its size. A manly-looking person like myself in a dress would likely get me killed by some ignorant Rebel-flag waving moron with his name on his belt. While most of the population of Charlotte, are normal, decent. I imagine some fat fucker in a cum-stained T-shirt, with his tongue out as he salivates like one ofPavlov's dogs, masturbating while he watches me show him my tits, myass, and my cock and balls. In my mind's-eye, I see him pumping his fistup and down on his stiff, swollen cock, faster and faster and harder andharder, as he thinks about kissing me, squeezing my tits, flicking mynipples, and thrusting his prick into my girlish ass. When heejaculates, spewing his thick, warm, white seed all over. I began to sneak a look at her every few minutes and as she turned on to her stomach i was getting very turned on by the site of her bikini pulled tight across her chubby cheeks. Within a few minute she stood up and showed of her lovely curves with her big nippled breasts poping through her bikini top, this made my cock twinge and could feel the rush of blood, within seconds i was rock hard. She began to walk in the house with her stomach and arse bouncing around freely, when she returned she. She did this till she had two fingers deep in me. She had slipped a condom on me best she could with the cage on to catch my cum. As she pulled her fingers out I felt something being pushed in. It was round and went in easy. Then another one . She then said it was vibrating anal beads, each one twice as large as the one before it. She pushed the third one in and turned on the vibration. I moaned as she worked these in and out of me as she pushed it deeper getting to the fifth one. I.