She took it one step better and offered to go shopping with me one evening after she got off of work. I thought this was a great idea so I agreed. She...was a good looking woman about 45 at the time, nice tits, dark hair, slim and about 5' 2". I had thought for along time that she was attracted to me by the way she sometimes dressed if she knew I was coming over and by some of the comments she would make. She would occasionally go braless so I already had a good idea what her tits looked like.. (She did text to say where she was and that she was fine).Liam and Christie had sat down to watch some light entertainment quiz show on the television. They had a couple of drinks together and had a great laugh competing with each other on the quiz questions. They got closer and closer to each other on the sofa slowly as the night went on. Eventually, when Christie came back from the bathroom later in the night, she sat down right besides Liam, one hand on the back of his neck, her other hand. Clean shaved, 8" long, and a head to die for. he waded in, and took a position beside me, thrusting his own dick into the mud."You gay, or Bi?" he asked me."Bi." Same. always had fantasy's of meeting someone here" he said, slowly moving his hand towards my ass. "I've always wanted to just fuck someone here in the mud, both on top, and bottom". His hand now just about in my asshole. "Sounds like fun" I said, and I too reached over to play with him. But I didnt go to his ass. I went straight to. But not only dies that make a mess of its pretty panties and stockings, it purges all of its girlie transvestite urges for a brief moment of ecstasy. When it has finished it sees itself not as the sexy girlie it has conjured for itself, but as a bizarre young male in stockings and women’s underwear. Without that arousal it derives from its effeminacy and the girlie sensations of its pretty girlie clothes, it feels ashamed and filled with self-loathing. For, at the most, a few short hours it is.