We had good conversations on mails to build up trust and comfort levels as both need to trust each other to have the massage go well. She opted for a ...ull body massage and I was fine with it and just waited for right time to meet her up and give her the relief she deserves. Hence, after multiple mail chains, we had that mutual trust and respect and planned to meet up for a coffee outside first and then head back to her place to have the massage. She confirmed a Saturday as her hubby was not in. Call it homophobia if you will, but it is a fact.In the end though, Jess’ opinion that I should be erect won out. Her plans included sexual activity which would result (and likely require) an erection on my part at some point no matter what. My getting aroused around Brent was liable to be even more awkward and, without a cock ring on in advance, an unexpected orgasm on my part would be uncomfortable times a hundred. I couldn’t argue with that.She didn’t have any trouble getting me aroused; the. As most cross dressers,I started when I was young, in my case, about ten years old. My sisterKathleen and I never really got along, she is two years older than I. welived with our parents but our father, being in the military, spent a lotof time away from home on duty.I did the usual dressing at home when I was alone, and as usual, I wascaught several times. I was never really punished physically, mostly itwas being grounded. The worst part was that my sister kept calling menames, Fairy, Queer,. If only she was another girl, any other girl. A girl I could take home and introduce to my parents as my girlfriend. A girl I could kiss in public and fuck while she was sober.Not that I am complaining, mind you, and if there was any doubt in my mind, it quickly melted as she pulled down my underwear and closed her hand around my cock.“It’s sho big.” she cooed, gently jacking me off. “Ish it becaushe of me?”Of course it was, but I wasn’t going to admit that to my drunk sister.“Just suck it.