And there were groans.This was no dance. It was hypnotism.Her eyes never left mine as she looked over her shoulder. With her gyrations beckoning, she ...egan leaning forward. In moments her torso lay parallel to the table, her prominent nipples etching the cool wood, legs splayed either side and she is vulnerable.Her pussy is stretched and filled; her ass exposed.In moments, Camille again stated, “Fuck me.”The tone in her voice seemed to plead, invite and command all at once.“Are you sure?”“God. I have written the story below as a tongue in cheek dig at these stories.I apologise to those guys out there who manage to just slip into a pair of nylons, high-heels, wig and makeup and suddenly look like Kim Bassinger; I'm sure all of your stories are real.To read the story, just select any of the options a, through d, to put together your very own autobiographical "Grab Bag" story.The Day I Decided to Become a Transvestite and Got FuckedByMichele Nylons (a True Story ... Honest)I had had the. If they'll let me go in the room, we do a whole lot better job of buying what works and we have a lot more fun doing it as well.Jessica showed up close to the time I'd told her and we got started. She informed me of what size bra and panties she wore and we began looking for some of the kinds of items we both agreed she might need. I won't bore you with the details, but let's just say that I doubt anyone knew that I was Jessica's uncle helping her buy these sexy items that were intended to. The most important thing was mydad's favorite wool hunting shirt. It had to dry for only 2 minutes inthe drier to get out the wrinkles and then hung up to air dry. I didexactly as I was told. I then had to make breakfast for my dad andbrother wearing my apron. While I was cleaning up after breakfast,unknown to me, my brother went into the laundry room and put the woolshirt back into the dryer and turn it on high heat. Just as I finishedcleaning the kitchen, my mom came back and said the.