I told that for many years I was a closet cross dresser, then after our k**s left home my wife informed me that she knew about my dressing and then sh... told me that she was going to take control of how and when I was going to dress. She started my all my clothes, lingerie,wigs,shoes and breast forms. Sadly she passed away from cancer in 2000. One weekend my cd friend Blair called me and asked if I would be interested in coming over to do a bondage photo shoot with me as the subject, I told her. Maybe he had spotted me and approached this girl as a red herring. I tried to figure out where I had fucked up. Now that school had ended for the year, if I didn't find his lair through this girl, there was no telling where his new hunting grounds would be.Just as my blue streak was working up a good head of steam I saw movement at her bedroom window. The sash went up and she climbed out onto the garage roof. She moved quickly to the far corner and down the sapling just big enough that it. Every time I strip and the guy sees my pronounced bush, he acts like he’s never seen one and is grossed out… it’s fluffy and hairy… it’s natural… it’s normal… but the guys act like it’s not.”“Oh Kelly… you’re beautiful! You’re natural! You’re a real woman!”Kelly started to feel good again and normal. “I don’t understand why men want women shaved,” Marcy continued. “Having a bush is so normal. It’s sexy and it’s what makes you a woman. It contains every feminine essence. I’m very proud of my. We kiss gently but the passion increases again. This time he takes charge in no uncertain terms. He flips me on to my back and begins kissing my neck again, working his way down. He pushes the fabric of my chemise aside so that he can feast on my breasts. He’s fascinated by them and can spend hours caressing them and taking them into his mouth. His expert hands gently exploring and his talented tongue teasing as he brings my nipples to full attention. He knows me well. He knows that simply.