We stopped long enough for me to lead him to the bathroom. I told him that I was shaking too much to use a razor so I got out an electric shaver that...has a beard and mustache trimmer built in. He laughed and I sat down on the toilet seat and he stood before me with his legs parted. The bright light in the bathroom made his dick look even more exciting. I wanted to have it in my mouth so badly! I held his dick with my left hand and the shaver in the other. His balls were bigger than mine. Everything felt betterwhen I was dressed as a girl. At night I wore silk chemises andcamisoles to bed, and in the morning I would eat breakfast wearing asilk wrap, tightly belted at my waist. But my real pleasure came fromthe nights when I would go out to bars and clubs with like-mindedfriends. Then came the full ritual of bathing in hot scented water,painstakingly shaving my legs and what little hair I had on my chest,applying expensive cosmetics to my face, shaping my slim body with awaist. ‘Think we’ll win today?’ ‘Maybe.’ One of our guys was on base, one out. ‘Who’s the next batter?’ someone queried. ‘Oh, that’s me’ as Trish got up. ‘Hit ’em in.’ I encouraged. ‘Yeah, right.’ she said back. The first two pitches to her were called strikes while she watches them cross the plate. ‘Swing at it.’ I said. The next ball was thrown and she weakly swung. She got a piece of it and it bobbled down the third base line. The third baseman moved forward for the easy out. As he stooped to pick. . Lucy looked as heartbreakingly innocent as ever when I let her in. She was wearing flared jeans, cut so low at the waist that I could almost look down to her pussy, a cropped tight white t-shirt with no bra. Real teenager clothes. I think she was deliberately trying to look as young as possible. She knows it disturbs and excites me to see her looking less than her age. I was wearing a plum coloured tailored silk two-piece, with stockings and suspenders, and incredibly cute French knickers..