When I would take the bus to go to the pool, I always made sure I sat across from the best looking women on the bus. I would look at them and then dow... at their legs, and invariably they would give a hint of a smile, their eyes would sparkle, and then they would give me a flash of thigh and/or panties. This happened quite a lot and I guess this teasing brightened their day as well as mine. When I worked at the A & P as a carry out boy, I would take their bags from them and let my elbow or back. There was something else new, though. I walked outside into theworld as a female every day, looking a the world through pretty, heavilylashed eyes, feeling the hem of my dress swirl around my nyloned thighs,hearing the click-click of my heels as I walked through campus, and itwas like someone had turned up the color intensity in my life. Inshort, I traded the guilty pleasure of secret crossdressing for thesimple fact that I was happier than I had ever been. After a year of self-medication, I. It felt strange to see his black tool in her pink hands. The contrast was startling.For a moment, she was caught up in the sight of her white hand with her coral nail polish wrapped around his throbbing ebony dick. She moistened her dry lips and nodded at the driver. He pressed the callback button on the phone.Kevin answered immediately. She saw he was in his car now.“Alice! Please baby! We need to talk!”He stopped with his mouth open. His wife was on her knees, staring into the phone. Her face. Heath grinned."Actually, as a male, I do. You see, if I don't jack off at least once every few days, then-" Freia interrupted."That's not what I meant at all." Before Heath could say another word, Freia had whipped the blanket off his privates, and dived headfirst into her very first blow-job.Freia wasn't entirely sure what had inspired her to do this. Her brother didn't deserve to be spending his nights jerking off, that she knew. And as the only female in the house, it was her job to take.