As it got later, Lexie yawned. “Come on, I’ll see if I own any pyjamas for you.” They entered Lexie’s bedroom. It was minimalistic with hardly...any posters. The bed seemed to dominate the room. Lexie began rooting through her draws and Hannah had to ball her hands up to stop herself feeling Lexie’s arched bum in front of her. “Here,” Lexie threw an old t-shirt at Hannah. “You can put that on and sleep in your knickers, that okay?” Hannah simply nodded. She quickly changed and got in bed; she. Now if I had chosen to climb that Everest of a bar prop, it would have been an ungainly crouch to the heights. She did it with the strength of Sir Hillary, and the beauty of a serpent. And before my eyes could adjust she had attained her full pedestal atop the bar. I was now at eye line with heaven as I could look out to her trim ankles and look up to the hem of her short skirt. I wish that I could say that I looked no farther, but I could not stop myself from staring. If my jaw was on the bar. ..,cross dressers. I asked him what they had to offer that I couldn'tgive him at home. I never got a good answer. What I did get wasrepeated requests for me to have sex with him dressed up as a woman.That wierded me out. Maybe I'm too straight laced for these moderntimes but men should be men and women should be women and sex should bebetween one of each. I really loved him. I was ready to do almostanything for him. But there are limits and making lesbian love to myhusband was outside of. I think she feared the same -- she covered her mouth with her hand as she shouted again, muffling the sound only slightly. I tasted her wetness and felt her body shake, her pussy contracting rapidly and wildly around my fingers, tightening her grip as her body flailed on the floor."Ohhhhhhhhhhh god," she moaned, and trailed off into soft, delighted whimpers.I kissed the insides of her thighs, still tasting her on my lips, and then slowly kissed up her body... up to her hips, my hands sliding.