"Mom, I deliberately tried to talk like a girl when I was standing at the counter, getting my ices. I didn't want the man to know I was a boy. I was ...rying to get him to think I was a girl, so he wouldn't think I was a sissy. Can we just skip the toy store and go home?" Well, it looks like it worked. I'm really very proud of you. I know you did it to make it more comfortable for yourself, but I think the pizza man was more comfortable too. But why would you skip the toy store?" Mom, I just. “Oh yeah?”“Yeah, my name’s Rajeev”“I’m Jeff. Listen I’m not gay or anything, it’s just a little fetish of mine.”“Uh huh. Sure,” he wasn’t buying it. “Who said anything about being gay? I just want to see what you’re wearing under those clothes.”I thought about it for a second. Nobody had ever seen me dressed as a girl and the thought of it was really turning me on. “Why don’t you follow me back to my place and I can put on a little fashion show for you,” I said.“Sounds great.”Rajeev followed me. . "You bastard!" she hissed viciously. Men were all the same. They didn't mind having affairs, and told their mistresses how fabulous they were, but when the little woman at home lifted her finger, no matter how nagging or difficult a wife she might be, they all went running back with their tails between their legs."Selma, everyone is looking at us," Doug said, his face reddening."I don't give a damn who's looking or listening," Selma spat, her voice rising. "You can't just throw me over like. I heard a zipper being undone. In the moonlight, I could see her silhouette and her arms risen in the air as he removed her dress. I watched her in the moonlight drop to her knees, lower his pants and start to suck on his cock. Her actions were eye-level to me and only a few feet from me. I was unsure if she knew whether or not I was watching her blow this guy in front of me. I watched her stroke his cock and watched it disappear in her mouth only to have it reemerge. She licked the head.