You got under me and I... I rubbed myself against you... I just... I guess I don't want you to be mad at me and know that I'm not like *that*."Julie p...lled back and looked me in the eyes again and said, "Oh, of course not sweety." And she kissed me. On the cheek again as I turned my face.Then we laughed and the tension disappeared. Julie sat back and we laughed some more and then we started eagerly chatting about the night like two little schoolgirls. It was such a great caper: pulling a fast. In dressing as women, cross dressers invest the garments of women withthemselves, just as the garments invest them with the femininity that theclothing, as costume, represents. By wearing women's clothing, menbecome women; however, they also sacrifice their own masculinity, so thatthe breasts and vulvas that they leave behind, when they hang upon theirnightgowns at the break of day, are as much their own as theseaccoutrements of femininity were theirs merely on loan.Magritte was a happily. She felt wave after wave of pleasure run through her wholebody, all without actually touching her clitty.As it ended, she slunk down in post-orgasmic bliss. Without being toldto, her right hand slipped down into her panties and she scooped up someof her seed and then hungrily licked her fingers clean. She looked up tosee Trent with a huge smile on his face still pointing his camera at herand she playfully blew a kiss at the lens."That was amazing," Trent stated. "Please don?t get up, just soak. She clutched my hand as I bowed my head and brought images of Caroline into my mind. Somehow the faces of Caroline and Mimi merged and interchanged, as if both occupied the same space in my brain.The twins looked on with solemn expressions on their sweet little faces.Next to Caroline and John Jarvis headstone was another of similar size and shape. The inscription read:Mollie and Caroline kneeled by the grave and placed the bunches of flowers they carried down on the grassy mound. Both girl.