Young and tight, her muscles were firm and moved in powerful circles around my erect cock.With both my hands I placed them onto her waist and pulled h...r tighter onto my cock. We dry humped for five minutes, saying nothing - only moaning with pleasure. I could her moans become louder and louder as I continued - was she coming already?I asked her if she wanted more and without saying a word I saw her head nod. So I turned her around, pushed her against the wall opposite us and pulled down her hot. I used to be called Charlie. What had led me tobe dressed this way you ask?As we walked I was careful to imitate her short strides, to keep my chestout and to glide. Caroline had trained me well in how to walk like awoman.I was constantly conscious of people looking at us. Would anyone guessthat I was once a normal man?It was at that point why people were looking at us. I realised that as Iwalked, or as the wind took it I wasn't sure which, my skirt revealedmost of my left thigh. No wonder. I cut several and stripped the leaves. Excellent attention getters. Ardy's eyes got big when she saw them. I had her stand in the middle of the living room as I walked around her. I stopped behind her. I gently rubbed and cupped her asscheeks, pulling them apart and using my fingertip to caress her tight,puckered asshole. When I pushed my finger in just a little bit she pushed back. I pulled my hand away and gave her half a dozen strokes with a switch. You could hear it swishing through the. I decided to let them brainstorm a little more and not go with them. Instead, I headed back home to my studio. There was something nagging at the back of my mind.The sketches were laid out in front of me all over the studio. My laptop was playing a slide show of my paintings as I sat back and just looked at what I'd been doing. I hadn't realized what was happening to my work until the past two months when I'd done two paintings that stood out from the rest. My work, all technically good, had.