He was a kid who rode waves of emotion, mostly ups and downs in terms ofhis happiness. When he was riding high, these thoughts tended tosubside. When ...e was low, he sometimes found himself thinking of nothingelse. He had tried cross-dressing a few times, and had found it quite fun. Butafter the initial high wore off, he felt worse about himself thanbefore. The problem was, he couldn't stop himself from doing it fromtime to time, which made him less fond of his male self. It wouldn't make that. We'll go down to the local pub, you dressed in jeans and boots to cover the shiny satin and sheer stockings you're wearing underneath. I'm sure you'll be nervous, but hopefully you'll be excited. You'll just have to try and hide it. There are booths there, and I'll get you sit with your back to the room. I'll be next to you and she can slide in opposite. Without saying a word her first task is to lift and her short skirt, slide off her red satin knickers and pass them to you. So the first. You go to swat it away, only to find my head in place between your legs. And my moist lips, working their way upwards, towards your very own wet lips. Your thick aroma already envelopes my every sense, imploring me to hurry up and fuck you. But you know that it won’t come that swiftly.My smooth palms, already wet as my body senses the acts about to be committed, caress your breasts, sliding over them, beneath them, tickling your skin and sending goose bumps over your entire body. I gently pull. I wanted to be touched.I stopped kissing him and he took my nipple in his mouth too. Both men sucking on my breasts, a cock in my left hand and stroking the other through his jeans, my pussy was getting wet...my master stopped sucking and kissed me while undoing my jeans, pulling them off to my knees and fondling my wet pussy, quickly retrieving the egg so it would not be found by him. He slid his hand over my clit and teased. Two men touching my body, I felt like such a slut, but it was such a.