"The more you adapt to your body and the way people treat you, the more you're own personality will come through. At the moment you'll probably feel r...ally fake, and overcompensate for it by being girlier that thou. It'll pass. I guarantee by the end of tonight you'll be as Andrea as you're going to be." She paused, and smiled at me. The door-bell rang, with a gruff call of, "Taxi!" Okay, that's us, got everything?" she asked, and I checked my pocketbook, looking around before I realised what. ?" That is exactly what I mean, William Herschfeldt, the time for you putting me off painting a picture of you with a hard-on is gone. And with Vikki here I get the chance to paint the two of you together and I plan to take it." Turning to Vikki she added, "Vikki if you would like to undress and then do the same to my husband I'll paint your picture." Oh cool," said Vikki with a giggle, "do I get sit on Bill's lovely cock?" She lifted her bottom up slightly and reached underneath to place her. It was December and very hot, so I just wore shorts and she wore a orange bikini. Her tits were huge, 36DD, a little plump, very attractive face and short black hair. We sat down at the jetty and suddenly she grabbed me, kissing me with a force unknown to me up till that stage of my life. I kissed back and started groping the huge tits. she losened the bikini top and suddenly the heavenly juggs were free. I started sucking on them, teasing the nipples until they were hard in my mouth. She was. Clean up your act all that stuff. So bags of carefully gathered items are consigned to the waste bin of life. Unfortunately, as I have progressed through life I have realised that crossdressing and association with womens lingerie is not a phase, it is just part of me. Alright, I admit it – it’s a sexual thrill. It’s not a desire to transition or anything like that. It’s the joy of obtaining the lingerie, frolicking your fingers through the racks of panties, the purchase, the anticipation of.