Stalemate.Despite that dismal reality check, Olivia's finger easily slipped between her slick folds. She planted her feet on the bed, arched her back,...and tunnelled her finger into her weeping cunt. Thighs clenched her hand as her finger pressed steadily deeper; curling, on a search-and-seizure mission, the target her spot.Her mind returned to the real Sam. Could she cautiously reveal her feelings, perhaps by mentioning the dream?She had always been the spectator never the player in Sam’s. Cross-dressing relieved some of his unhappiness. By slipping into his mother's dress and heels, by applying her lipstick, he was able to escape his tortured reality, albeit briefly. After all, what was the point of wearing a bra if you didn't have breasts to put in one? One day, he caught an episode of "Geraldo" where the guests were all attractive women who had once been men. They were called transsexuals, he learned, and suddenly, he didn't seem quite so alone. But soon, Ryan's life took. We're having dinner soon."She grabbed her bundle of cookies and skipped out the door and down the hallway, her pigtails flopping behind her. Turning the corner, she rang the doorbell of the first apartment she came to."Yes, what do you want?" the man said as he opened the door. He was a big, husky man with a rough, stubby beard."I'm selling cookies," Laurie said, eyeing the huge bulge in the man's crotch."Would you like to buy some?" Sure, come on in," he said.She entered his apartment. Todd is 25 and standsabout five ten or five eleven, just a bit shorter than me, and clearlyworked out.I forced my thoughts away from him and concentrated on fixing theleak. There was also a problem with the drain and as I lay under the sinkworking on it, Todd sat on a chair at the kitchen table chatting with me,just trying to be polite. Unfortunately this gave me a good view of hismuscular legs and glances up the inside of his shorts to his boxers. As mycock grew harder and harder, I announced.