For myown part it started, as it did for many of us, when I was not quite ateenager. The how part of crossdressing is usually easy to explain; thewhy ...art is much more complicated and varied. In any case for me it hadto do with whom I identified with, namely my mother rather than myfather. That combined with an abundance of curiosity as to what being awoman was like provided the impetus for experimentation. For me thatexperimentation occurred whenever my parents and brother were notaround.Yes,. Into this heavenly hole, my cock sank. My shaft plunged deeper and deeper into this pit of liquid fire. Scorching female juices surrounded and bathed this welcomed intruder. Pussy-muscles grabbed, pulled, and tugged the cock-shaft begging it to do its duty. Callie’s hips rose to meet every thrust of my cock. That girl bucked and jumped like a wild, untamed filly welcoming her stallion lover. I thrust in and out, in and out again and again. She rose and fell, rose and fell. I was fucking. You see, Ally had never finished me with my mouth before. Closer… Closer… Her head didn’t stop moving the entire time. She came up ONCE to come up and kiss me, with my precum still warm on her tongue. Then down again. Bobbing, sucking, swirling… It all felt so good. And then it started up. The volcano was showing signs of an impending eruption. My cock swelled in her mouth. Once… Twice… And then I came. Hard. Spasm after spasm racked my body, and I could feel my semen come out (no pun intended). Naturally, I had agreed."Do you not think I may be too old," I asked him, almost afraid of the answer, "after all, I am fifty. The boys are seventeen or eighteen." Marie," he told me, "I am having trouble accepting you as fifty, you do not look it."Oh, I liked this man. I tried to look suitably modest."I do not think either you or they will have any problem regarding your age," he went on, "besides which, as I recall from my own youth, at that age any sexy female looks fantastic."I was not sure.