”“And I don’t invite you into my bed.”“Then, I don’t have the opportunity to kiss you from ankle to ear.”“I don’t get to capture you... mouth for a real kiss with my tongue searching your mouth.”“So, I don’t feel the electric tingle when you do. And I don’t respond by sucking your nipples while stroking the outside of your panties.”“Which means I don’t tug the waistband of your shorts down so I can hold your cock in my hand.”“And I don’t pull my shorts off before taking your panties off.”“Which. He checked his watch. He had five minutes to find room 401. There was a sign on the wall with an arrow pointing down for rooms 300-500.He followed the signs until he found room 401. He paused outside the door and straightened his tuxedo. He knocked on the door and then opened it.His breath caught as he beheld the scene before him. Two huge candelabras with a dozen candles each softly lit a small part of the room. A grand piano sat in the center between the two candelabras. One chair sat in the. I did the full make-up, also - usually a blue eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, rouge, a deep red lip gloss. During my evening prowls when the weather turned a bit chilly, I would also wear a black medium-lengthed trench coat, with the belt tied around my waist. I would make sure there was some frilly slip showing at the bottom, usually dangling off to one side so it would feel so sexy as I walked. I looked sexy as hell, and quite passable, as I was often told.I had been crossdressing for many. So listen, you want a drink, or should we get a table, and find some food?" Table, fajitas, beer." In that order, Dee?" Yup." You ever have any trouble making decisions?" Not often. You have any complaints?" Not yet. If we are having Fajitas, can we have flaming ones?" You like the pretty lights, Aaron?" I like the whooshing sound." Works for me. You going to get a waiter, or do I need to wiggle my butt at one?" Tell you what. I get the waiter, then you get to wiggle at me." Can't. No.