But, once or twice a year, I have one of those really intense vivid dreams. Sometimes good, sometimes strange, sometimes bad! This one was a real dooz...!I awoke to the sound of the bedroom door opening and groggily looked at my wife as she closed the door and turned to me with a deep loving smile. I smiled back as I propped myself up on my elbow, with a warm loving feeling filling me!Her hair was down and mussed, her white blouse unbuttoned below the black lace of her triple D bra as she slowly. He is most famous for his poem,"High Flight."Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of EarthAnd danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirthof sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred thingsYou have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swungHigh in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,I've chased the shouting wind along, and flungMy eager craft through footless halls of air...Up, up the long, delirious, burning blueI've topped the wind-swept heights. I was kind of sort of upset to miss it from sight. Before long the curiosity over took me and quietly I rushed to where the hole was to look through the hole to see the owner of that beautiful cock invading from the other side. A very young guy was sitting at the bench and fisting his glorious looking cock. He looked to match my age almost, like an ordinary college freshman. Don’t know why, I kept looking at him playing with his cock longer than I should have but then I returned to my seat. Of. I was living in West LA and heard about a club called Club Sex Addict in the valley, a haven for crossdressers. I had a fairly extensive warddrobe that I bought in a Culver City lingerie shop. I just bit the bullet and went there and told the girl who worked there that I was a CD and she would help my pick out sexy slutty stuff to wear.I'm middle aged but have been dressing up in secret for years, but I really had the urge to get out in public and Club Sex Addict fit the bill. I got totally.