His slacks weren't tight but there wasn't enough room for even his modest manhood to scribe the arc necessary to achieve the vertical position that hi... libido was calling for. The restraint of his erection was uncomfortable. Melissa watched in satisfaction while the impact of her little show became painfully evident."Oh Mister Dickens, I don't think you're even looking at my dress," the girl sighed with an adorable pout.The stretchy material of the dress was tight enough that the hem did not. I filtered the results and I came across a book entitled "The Last Knight of the Order"."Perfect ! My last reading will be some teenage text, with a title i guess was used a hundred times before ! But fine ! That brings me back to the good old times."I downloaded it and it disappeared instantly. Deleting it after one download ? I guess the writer was afraid of bad comments. A teenager, like i said. Maybe a kid.I started reading it.Hello, i'm the last alive member of the Mnemosyne's Order, but. He even got a few looks from the other men and gurls around. We had tremendous sex that night.After that night, it became a weekend ritual. After a couple of years, he had a wardrobe of his own and even allowed me to take him to a salon and get his hair cut in a feminine style but still would wrap his hair in a bun at work. We soon had a lot of Cross-dresser friends and even a few lesbian girl friends and we would hang out a lot on the weekends. Life was going pretty good.One of our friends, a. To me b bahana bana kar ruk gaya ghar par. Jab sab ghar walay chalay gai to aday ghantay bad me neechay gaya to main darwaza khula tha or saima bethi apnay room me parh rahi thi.. To mere dimag me ek idea aya or mene himat kar k apnay kapray utar diay or full nanga ho k saima k samnay chala gaya wo ek dam heran si hogai or ghusay me kehni lagi tumhe kia hua hai? Or kamray sa janay lagi or muje kehni lagi apnay kapray pehno. Mere samne say jao warna me abhi ghar walun ko fone karti hun.. Mene.