I say private pleasure because I had never plucked up the courage to go out in public. In fact, I had never even told anyone about my cross-dressing. ... also say private because the act of dressing up as a girl invariably resulted in sexual pleasure through masturbation. Ever since I was a young boy I had cherished the look and feel of soft feminine underwear adorned with pretty bows hugging tightly at my cock. --- I stood there in Steph and Jack’s single-bedroom apartment, looking out through. Mummy ne pucha yahan kahan karoon…to driver ne kaha chaliye madam main aapko le chalta hoon..papa ko to driver par pura bharosa hogya tha jaise unka bhai ho….ya phir shayad papa meri gaand mein itne kho gye the ki unko kuch hosh na tha….driver mummy ko door jhadiyon ke peeceh le gya…mummy ekdum fit lag rahi thi chalte huye….meri mummy bhi kaafi sexy hain…unki gaand par sab fida rehte hain….unki gaand mein unki saare phasi padi thi aur mummy ne usko bahar nahi nikala…driver unke peeche chalta. She glanced our way; but I noticed that she looked more at my sisters and their chokers with intense interest than at me. When she noticed my looking at her and smiling, she ducked her head as she began to smile slightly and moved on into the restaurant.I noticed that Kelly was glancing at the door every now and then. One time she glanced at it and did a double-take and she blushed a little as she looked down to continue eating. I turned and saw that Clete and Toby had entered and were headed. We were sweaty and winded when we reached the top. It was cool up there, though. The air chilled me through my damp shirt, and I sneezed.“It’s beautiful up here,” Saanvi said.“I told you it was worth the ride.” I sneezed again.“What’s down there?” Saanvi said.The trail we were on curved away and dropped down another hill. This one was even steeper than the one we had come up. It was broken up with roots and stones, and sometimes we had to turn sideways or grab a branch to keep from falling. I.