They were oohing and aahing at what they saw. The usual complement of college age employees was looking at us but did not come over. I was really wish...ng someone would come up when I saw her. Short blonde hair, blue eyes, excellent rack and she stood about 6'3. I looked at her feet and she was wearing pumps. She headed straight for me. She moved up real close to me, her breasts just touching my chest. I inhaled and detected the odor of Ciara. "How may I help you" she whispered to me. The hairs. Of course, that comment hurt but italso made me realise how little you understood what I was going through -but why should you? How can anyone who has never questioned their genderunderstand what it feels like to be this way and that dressing is anemotional necessity, not just a deep-seated perversion?"------Anna well remembered telling Robert he looked ridiculous. But, thereagain, how could a man in his 50s wearing stiletto court shoes, a dressand a wig but devoid of makeup look anything. “After I bring Sarah to orgasm six times, she is your plaything. Tell both of us what you would like to do with her. I want to watch everything though. And I am going to masturbate while I watch.”“Or Sarah can tell us what she wants you do to her. She is an exciting and magnificent lover. You are a very lucky boy.”He is obviously very turned on and I can hear him counting, “One, wow that really was something She really enjoyed that.”“Two.”“Three.”“Four. They are getting better.”“Five,” and I. She was the last person I would’ve thought would go joyriding in my car. I could hear the police officer, so I put the phone on speaker for Mr. Pearson.“Do you know how fast you were going?”I smiled. It was Greg’s friend Billy. Mr. Pearson was loving his wife’s discomfort. Then it got interesting.“Ma’am, do you have permission to drive this car?” Billy asked.“Well ... uh ... not exactly. I’m sure David would be fine with it, though,” Mrs. Pearson tried.“Phil, hand the phone to Billy,” I.