Recent warm weather had eased, and you could see your breath,through the occasional raindrop. Weather, was the least of my concernstonight. I'd been d...essing for some twelve years now, told many friends,to almost universal support. The last couple of months, I even go in thehabit of going for evening walks dressed entirely in women's clothing.Even hit an ATM three weeks ago, amid much trembling. But I'd never setout to meet someone, until tonight.Part of the reason I was worried is that I was. Damien knew what he was doing – He would tell my secret if I tried to stop him. My panties were pulled aside and his thumb brushed against my swollen clit. I glanced up at my parents, engaging in conversation with Damien, Damien replying so innocently. I wriggled in my seat a bit, silently begging him to stop. Instead, his fingers began sliding into me. A gasp rose in my throat and I struggled to suppress it. I could feel it, Damien’s fingers slipping in and out, pushing deeply inside me. . Coats and jumpers were quickly shed and draped over chairs. The one teacher on duty, Mrs Hicks, was pretty frazzled trying to deal with a couple of hundred teenagers crowded into a canteen designed for half that number. The rest of the teachers were probably crowded around the heaters in the faculty lounge in the next building. Apparently Mrs Hicks caught some 8th grader stealing (or trying to steal) some soda cans from the vending machine so she marched him out and over to see the principal.. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. I pulled my shirt off and Meg straddled me, kissing my bare chest. She slowly worked her way down my body until her lips brushed the swollen head of my cock. I closed my eyes and moaned as she took my head into her mouth. Slowly sucking, licking and gently biting my cock. Meg had me as hard as I had been in ages. Her mouth felt wonderful and she took me in all the way to the back of her throat.I don't know how long after she began, the pleasure.