What for? because my husband loves fisted me, but I do not want a pussy or a distended ass.So every six months I go to my doctor.if you read my previo...s story, you know, that whenever he fisting my pussy and ass to control the elasticity of my holes.My doctor, I think about 60 years, he has gray hair, it's big, I think it must weigh at least 120 kg.before going to see my doctor, I carefully shaved my pussy and my ass, and I dress with a little dress and panties.as I arrive in his office, his. “I had thought a barbecue would be a good idea,” Jack said.“Yeah, I was pretty sure that you thought this was a little pretentious. It may seem that way, but it wasn’t meant to be.”“It wasn’t?”“You see, we would have been wearing these same clothes even if you hadn’t come over for dinner. Did you see my wife in her dress?”“Yes, I did,” Jack answered. He thought Sharon was an attractive woman although he didn’t care for short hair. His wife had better defined curves than Sharon and he liked that. Sensing the two men were going to engage, the voyeurs left the pissing area (a favorite place for cock-viewing) and followed Richard into the alley. The man with the goatee was already half-undressed when Richard stepped into the enclave. Within a few minutes, both men were naked. Usually men looking for a quick suck remained dressed except for their cock showing through their fly. Some dropped their pants around their ankles but rarely more than that. The voyeurs were on cloud nine as they. Immersed in girlie thoughts and girlie emotions.But all the while, there is this fear in the background - a fear of being caught in her stockings and underwear. So whilst you indulge yourself in girlie ecstasy and effeminacy, there is this common discomforting interface with the real world as you repeatedly peek through the blinds, or from behind the curtains lest she arrive home earlier than expected. The guilt builds up and conflates with an intense shame.“Boys and men don’t dress up in.