It was literally the only thing he ever gave her, as he wound up knocking over a corner liquor store and ultimately dying in prison a few months later... He was viciously stabbed during a drug smuggle op gone bad. Her mom was no better. A maid at the run down motel on the edge of their neighborhood, Sheila never amounted to anything in her life. When she wasn't working, she was at the bar on the corner, waiting for the next low-life scum-bag drunk to take her home with him. She easily traded. The collection went in a fit of guilt. Then more guilt a day later when I realised what I had done! Then slowly the real you emerges. It taps you on the shoulder like a little version of yourself in a pair of slinky stockings, satin panties, a bra. Maybe even a slinky soft slip. I call her my inner panty goddess or panty slut depending what mood she is in.  She whispers in your ear, remember the real you includes me. Because to be a CrossDresser implies there is a softer feminine side. She let the duvet fall to the side, opening her legs again wide, inviting me. " You're home, I see...," a finger trailed up her slit, teasing me. " How long have you been watching me?" She rolled over onto her stomach and pretended to hump the mattress with enthusiastic thrusts, after a few she looks back at me over her shoulder and grinned. She did the same again, humping the mattress with strong thrusts, her juices wetting the sheets beneath. A dark stain could be seen against the white. Did I tell you her name was Vicky? Well it is.) almost tumbled a few times getting past her gate, across the street, and up my driveway I sat in my chair amused by her antics and couldn't wait to hear what "piece of my mind" she was going to throw at me as most drunks do.Her beer still in hand, Vic declared, "Youth don thin I will?"HUH?"I will yah know. Ri' now! Ri' here!" What in hell you talking about, Vic?" Juw say som-fin, "I be'th juw won' suck me dick!"On the verge of tears, (this was.