In my many years of dressing it has only lately been the addition of a wig that has taken away the male in me and given the appearace to me at least o... some semblance of a woman. Now for once i can dress and preen myself before a mirror and not see ME looking back.Narcissus personified my arousal is heightened at the reflection. This for me is (and always has been) what dressing is all about. Not wanting to actually be a woman but the incredible sexual thrill that being dressed as a woman. Very softly I will lean down on her pussy and with my fully extended tongue will brush up from her relaxed anus all the way up through her begging pussy applying just enough pressure by the time I get to her throbbing clitoris... she throws her eyes and head back in disbelief and when she least expect it, I grab my cock and push slowly inside her wet cunt. She's swollen, moist and warm... I slowly and gently insert my cock in the softest and most welcoming of settings... the contact of the. As more pre-cum pushed up, I said to use his hand to rub it all over. I told him to spin around and put his butt in my face. He giggled and asked why, I said you'll see. I helped him get around and push back. I had full access to his little dick and tight hole. I kicked the under side of his dick, then ball sack, over his scrotum. He moaned loudly as I licked my way back, spreading his butt cheeks, I looked at his tight little hole. I started kissing his cheeks, and licked the sides of his. They couldn't get close enough to kill them with spears for some reason they didn't understand, and they hadn't thought of trying to herd them over a handy cliff or anything of the sort.I had my own suspicions as to why they couldn't get close enough. If the Cashda had the type sense of smell I did the kwagi would continue to only acquire them after a lucky accident, where one broke its leg and was found by a kwagi before being found by other carnivores.Of course if they did have a super sense.