Her Mum was quite the feminist.Carol said to me that whenever my Dad hit me I should imagine him dressed asme. It used to make me smile and I always ...ondered what it would be like tosee a man dressed up as a woman. After a while Carol and I used to sleeptogether. It was my way of getting back at him. We would frequently go totransvestite bars and whilst I would never pluck up the nerve to talk to oneof the performers I always wondered what it would be like to sleep with areal man like. Something good happens, we share a kiss, we sit down together and soon our kiss becomes something more, it's slow and it's special. Well, that's not it happened. That's never how it happens with me.First off, it wasn't planned, I just wanted to sit with him and enjoy his company and maybe kiss him. We only had a few days together, like we usually do when I get the time off to visit him. I had my head against his chest like I always do, our hands intertwined and resting on his lap. He looked so. "And if either of you want other cocks to use my fuck holes, just let me know. Honey," she said to me, "Jeff already told me that his friends have wanted to fuck me, so I'm going to have him set it up for a gang fuck and let them all use me. Is that okay?" Fuck it's more than okay", I say, "as long as you tape the whole thing so I can watch it later. Just make sure you tape it every time you let someone use one of your fuck holes. I want to be able to watch you act like the whore you are every. “I thought you would.” She pushed herself off the door frame and slowly walked towards me, one foot stepping directly in front of the other which had the effect of exaggerating the swing in her hips. She stopped just out of my reach and gently tugged at the bow in the belt which held the robe closed. It undid easily, letting the two sides of the kimono fall open to reveal that underneath she wore a slinky night dress, also vivid Valentine’s red, with a strip of lace at the short hem and low-cut.