Brian got up and just stood in the middle of the locker room, naked with a semi erect cock. It seemed like he was thinking about something or that he ...anted to say something. I just smiled and looked at him until he spoke.Brian: So is this your usual time for the gym?Me: I don't really have a set schedule.Brian: Aha I see... Are you going home now?Me: Ya I don't have any plans... I'm just gona go home for the night. Why do you ask?Brian: Just asking!I smiled and looked at his cock.Me: Yeah? Are. .. that truck is near perfect, you went to a lot of trouble to remove all the wrinkles and imperfections. The wrinkles and imperfections are the sins of that trucks life. You removed them with loving kindness. More or less, you've forgiven the sins of the truck. You get what I'm trying to say here?" I think so. You're saying the truck is a mirror of my soul. It's as perfect as I can make it.I'm God and I've taken away the sins of the truck?" Close enough. If you took the ball peen hammer out. He couldn't resist. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Zena's smile told him what he wanted to know, and he moved to her again, this time holding her and the kiss. As he slowly moved away, he uttered a soft moan."I'd forgotten how lovely that was." He was looking at her with desire. His longing for her had been in suspension for so many years and now ... now ... it might be possible to have her back. Could he make that happen? Would she want it to happen? That was the. So into my teen years, the surpressian, the shame, the weirdness, the questions, the staring at nylons and shoes everywhere? Was I crazy? I kept looking for the right opportunity to keep on exploring but girlfriends thought I was nuts. Until there were some that liked my interest and played into it. I never wore them though. They did and, that was fine. Sexually, it worked until they started publishing TV/TS/Crossdresser Magazines. Wow, that turned the corner. Now I could were them and get.