“Hannah ... Hannah, it’s okay...”He began to soothingly stroke my hair, and - I hate to admit - I started to sob. I’d thought I was doing him ... favor, but really I was just being sick. I was sick, I was sick - in that moment he must have hated me almost as much as I hated myself.“Hannah, it’s fine! I swear, I’m not mad.”I barely heard his words as I began to sob, until he shifted slightly, and I felt his erection press against my leg. Suddenly I froze, and my tears subsided.“Hannah, listen to. A pink, clean shaved,juicy door of heaven. I put her right though on my shoulder, My transverse lips met her vertical lips. I sucked all her fluids, she hold and press my head against her pussy. She is moaning like ahhh…ooo.. wooow…Nice akki…. she was Breathing heavily.Then I removed her lingerie to free her white, soft fleshy melons. I sucked each nipple and pressed other boob one by one. What a feeling.Then I lift her in my arms and carry her to bed.I removed my cloths in no time and laid. . 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. After relating what Luthor had passed on to her, Clark told her he would get in touch with Superman right away. As soon as he hung up from talking to Lois, Clark zipped into his Superman costume and was out the window zooming at superspeed to Lex Luthor's hideout. Superman knew better than to try scanning Luthor's lab with X-ray vision, for Lex had painted the whole complex in lead based paint.Superman circled Luthor's building, looking for any likely signs of trouble, and seeing none, landed.