Save in high school. Other pursuits were more pressing, say girls, sports, music, etc. Crossdressing became almost non-requerdo. Vietnam next deterred...me. It wasn't till the early 70's when I finally gained employment and my own place, that I started back in crossdressing. I found shoes at thrift shops and garage sales. Lingerie was obtainable via the mail. Life was good, I was thin, let my hair grow, and maintained a low profile amoung friends and realitives. Then I met my 1st wife. she was. “Is thatDaddy’s cunt?”“Yes sir,” Brendan moaned.“Hell yeah! That’s my pink boipussy,” Deitrick grinnedstroking his tool. “When’s the last time you gotfucked? And don’t lie, ho!”“Yesterday,” Brendan fibbed.“By your old ass boyfriend?”“No sir,” Brendan embellished.“Was he better than me?”“No sir,” he finally spoke truthfully.“Was it a nigga or a white. They sway in time with my movements, rise and fall with my breathing. I know he is staring at them, at me, caressing me with my eyes, catching every movement, from the strands of my hair, down my torso, along my legs. They catch around the silk scarf I have wrapped around my waist, my only pretense at modesty. I know he wants me to drop it, but for now I just dance. The night sky is clear above, the stars shining down between the trees. Each one is like his eyes, watching me, starring, but the. He delivered them with slightly less severity than the first six, although the final stroke across the crease between her cheeks and thighs was, for sure, a rousing one. It was obvious from the poor girl's gasps and the protesting jerks of her bottom that she was still tender from the previous day's punishment. Subsequently, he discussed the results with the matron and they decided that an observer would not be necessary again, uness the situation was significantly different. He could tell.