.. Your husband is watching unfolding events with a broad grin and his usual stiff member waving in the air…you love to see it so again! There is a ...ap on the door, your naked husband opens the door to a young lad carrying a tray of drinks. He swiftly takes in the total nakedness of all, and the strong sexual atmosphere and smell. Joy! He has a very broad smile on his face, pure desire! Wait, though, you know him, he is the lad you fucked during the last visit to the hotel. He is smiling. You see I'm what's called a transvestite " a guy that likes to dress like a woman". The addiction started slow but by the time I was 18 dressing as a woman and going to gay bars became a every weekend event. Meeting other TV's and dancing not sex was the main reason I went to the bars. There were a few close calls with men that wanted to take me home but I always talk my way out of them. The sexual fantasies I had with me dressed always included having sex with a man, but at that age I was to. Suddenly she had this 'flight' feeling. She wanted to get away from this man whom she barely knew.It was then that she realized just how stuck she was.Her hand had gone to her side, where her purse had always hung. She hadn't paid any attention to it, before. There had been many more pressing issues. Now the stark realization she was without her passport, wallet, or money; hit her hard.Kendall had seen her hand reach, and the surprised look on her face. Her dropped head and eyes searching for. Before I could think of a suitable reply, however, Dad just hoisted me onto his shoulder and carried me to the edge of the pool.Splash! Even as I came up spluttering for breath, I sensed Dad underneath me. Whether by accident or by design, he rose up between my legs, his face right in front of my jeans-clad pussy, and bombed me through the water again. I was totally soaked, the top now a translucent piece. I was aware that my nipples, erect from the cold water and all the playing, were poking.