I needed pant suits and dressesand dresses with jacket blazers...and of course I needed jeans.As a young cross dresser, I had totally dissed the impor...ance of a pair ofgood fitting jeans. I was much more interested in my mother's silkynightgowns, but it's not like you can wear a sexy nightgown to the grocerystore. A woman in the real world needs a good pair of jeans that flattersher ass. As a matter of fact, she needs several pairs. It took a couplehours, but as the clock struck five, my. I just tucked you sothat you don't have a bulge where none should be there."She kissed me, slapped my butt and as I looked at my now flat crotch,she reached into the bag and got a red polo shirt and a pair of jeans.She helped me into the jeans, which were clearly women's since theyhugged every bit of my body and I noticed had front pockets that weretoo small to fit anything in them. The polo shirt also was cut toaccentuate my curves and the short sleeves were way to short to be amen's. She had a pink t shirt on. I didn't care about that. I had noticed on the way to the truck her 36 b or c tits were bouncing with every step. That told me she was bra less.When she opened the door the light come on. It confirmed what I already knew. No bra. Her pea size nipples were hard as steel. I don't know if it was possible? It felt like my cock got harder. As we drove. I kept looking over at her as she spoke. Man an she talk. I wasn't making eye contact though? I was looking at her tits. I. Jessica threw her head back and screamed. "Oh, God, Malcolm! Please fuck me! More, harder! Oh, baby! Oh, baby!"He picked up the pace. As he continued to enter her, he knew that he had made the correct decision waiting for the right girl to lose his virginity to, and he knew he had picked the right girl. This experience was bliss.After a few more minutes, she announced that she was ready to finish. "Oh, dear brother! You've made me fucking cum! I'm cumming all over your huge cock!" He enjoyed.