Go ahead, call me a sissy or afaggot. I know I wasn't one. After all, I liked women. I liked them somuch I wanted to dress up as one. Doesn't that...make some sort of sense?Besides, what's the harm in having a little fun in private?I asked myself, "How normal is it for a man to feel this way?" To tell thetruth, I really didn't know if this was normal or not. I mean, maybe itwas. For all I knew maybe all guys did it, or wished they could.My inside voice was more direct. "Normal guys don't. She slips into his room and right under the covers. Hearing the door open, he grows harder. Sylvie’s hand takes his cock from his, and he feels her searching lips on his mouth. They kiss, lips smacking softly, over and over. Sylvie squeezes his shaft, stroking him lovingly while her tongue darts into his mouth. She wants him in her so badly. His hand slides into the back of her shorts, and since she isn’t wearing panties, his hand caresses her naked ass.“We should...” Sylvie starts, still. The jeans were so tight, he had to lie on his back on the bed to zip them up and button them. The pull over shirt was so tight that it made his boobs appear to be even bigger than they actually were. He found a pair of running shoes that actually fit his small feet rather well. The only socks that he could find, however, were pink half socks that ended at the lower part of the ankle.Jimmy grabbed Suzy's purse on the way out the door of thebedroom. It felt strange not to be carrying everything. Fir mene uski par apna thoda thuk lagaya aur ek dhaga par par uski chut bahut tight thi. Toh mere aadha hi lund andar ghussa aur woh jor se chilla padi aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhaaaaahhhhahahahahahahahaha fir mene dusra jor se thaka maara toh mere pura lund anda chala gaya aur woh wapas jhor se chilai abe bhenchod dard hoo raha hai kya kar raha hai fir dheme dheme mein apna lund andar bahar andar bhara karta raha aur woh mere lund k majee le rahi thi. Aaahhahhahahaaaaahhaaahhhaaahhha .Phir mene.