Je dégrafe son pantalon et le lui baisse au genoux en meme temps que sa culotte (bleue aussi) et son collant noir."ce soir je vais m'occuper de ton c...l ma salope"! D'un sac je sors un plug de taille modeste que je lui colle en bouche, elle n'apprécie pas mais ouvre de grands yeux quand elle me voit sortir, une boite rouge que j'ouvre devant elle! des boules de geisha, d'une belle taille, pas deux, mais un chapelet de 4! Elle va pour retirer le plug de sa bouche et parler mais une claque s'abat. At this point, so many of my actions are a reflection of my temporary womanhood. It is a large part of the thrill of being a cross-dresser outside of the house.The bookstore, like most, has parking in the rear of the building, with a discrete entrance in the side toward the back. I always get a chuckle at the “parking in rear” sign as that’s what I’m looking for: parking in my rear. There is an actual store when you enter the building. However, there are no books in the “bookstore”. The. With our weekly ritual complete, we headed out to the bar.The bar we frequent has about six booths with three on each side of the front door as you walked in. They are each walled in with only the front open, dim lights inside and a curtain to pull for privacy. We usually leave early enough to get a booth and meet up with other friends. There is usually about 6 to 8 of us sharing the booth. We’re able to leave our bags and coats there because there is usually someone there at all times. I only. "Oh my god, Lori, you are beautiful!" was Ben's response. Lori leaned over, giving him a very long, wet kiss. "Come with me," she said, urging him to follow her to his bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Lori kissed him again as she removed her dress, leaving her in matching bikini bra and panties. Kneeling before Ben, she undid his trousers and slowly eased them to the floor so he could step out of them. Again she marveled at the huge bulge in his boxer briefs. A large wet spot of pre-cum was.