Willow giggled, and he looked at where her eyes were fixed. He was as hard as a rock. It seems his cock new better than his head, where it belonged. H... lay down beside her and rolled her over, so she was on top of him.“Make love to me, Willow,” he said lovingly. He didn’t want her to feel threatened by him. She’d had a nasty fright tonight, and he wanted her to feel in control.Willow looked down at him. He had never asked her that before. Willow wiggled up him, and he groaned as her legs locked. When she pulled his foreskin back down again, she swirled her finger over the head inside the foreskin. It felt so warm and slippery there, she continued to do it for a minute or two.Now she focused her attention back to his balls. She cupped them in her hands, feeling how heavy they were in her fingers. She lifted them up and down letting their contents shift in her fingers. She loved the softness of the hair covering them.Returning to his shaft, she saw with pleasure that a bulge had formed. All I had was your old number." Yes that's right," she said, "I got that new one just before we."She stopped from saying the words 'spit up'."Did you really ring me?" she asked after a moment's silence."Yeah, a couple of times," I said, "but your phone was never switched on." Oh my god," she said putting her head in her hands. "Shit, shit, shit. Sorry," she looked up at me and smiled. "I thought you didn't, you know want to speak to me and I wasn't going to be the one. God how stupid." I didn't. Christina glared at me with a half smile on her face.It conveyed her pleasure at seeing me in such a reduced position. Shewas the only one of my wife's friend's who knew about my cross-dressingand actually seemed to have a problem with it.Jess's other friends let the thing slide after their initial curiosity.Not with Christina. Whenever I saw her, wherever we were, she alwaysreferred to me in girlish terms. She called me a waif, delicate, shecalled me Missy in a crowded restaurant, and she.