Some reason we kept on making contact with each other while working, at one point it felt like she gave my dick a pat. After two hours of clearing out...all of the boxes we took a break from working. She fixed me a glass of water and we sat down opposite of each other in the living room. She had her legs wide open, I could see a wet spot in between her legs, and this made my young black dick jump rock hard in a spit second. I told her that I need to use the restroom, when I got up she told me. I was always attracted to good male physique.I liked guys with muscles. Sometimes even if the guy didn’t have muscles I like his personality due to his sweet nature or cute face! I always stayed away from effeminate boys.Now few manly gays did give a pass at me occasionally but I didnt make a big thing out of it. But this guy was different. I dont know why but he kind of attracted me. We had a little talk about how life is here in india and there at his plave and about out private lives as. "I sidled closer, "I hear that buddy, those things are evil, my brother lost his job welding because one of those freaks could spot weld with his fingertips," I said.The man smiled at me thinking me a kindred spirit, I did my best to foster that impression. This sort of person who just complained about the demons but didn't have the strength of character to do something about it made me sick. They just expected someone else to fix their problems for them."Well fella, these things are a real. I continued to dress up in bra and panties in the following years. I met a guy in middle school. His name was Wayne. I would have sleepovers at his house. We would listen to music and talk about the kids we went to school with. We would play with other kids in the neighborhood. I would wear bras and panties while we did these things. I would change in his bathroom when getting ready for bed. I played it off as my being modest. I didn't know how he would react to me wearing my special clothes..