Dad was speechless as he stared at me, then..."Is this," he said, "how you see yourself? As a man in a dress?" No dad. Do I look like a man in a dress... No? That's because I am a girlin a dress!" You are my son damn it," he bellowed, "and I did not raise you to bea... wear...dresses!" True," I said, "but Mother nature has played a trick on both of us,because I like dressing as a girl, and better yet, I happen to lookpretty good as a girl." I stood up and twirled around so he could see,then, "see. Ever so slowly he pushed in and out of her; fanning the flames that were burning her up. While he continued to pump in her, his hand returned to her tits; gently squeezing and pinching her nipples."I wish I could suck on your tits, right now," he whispered, allowing his breath to linger over the sensitive part of Trisha's neck. Trisha listened to his words and to the other couple's moans, trying hard not to make any noise, herself. She started to push back against Mark, hoping he would sense. "Yeah, Valentines ones," he said with pride, it wasn't often that the nerdy teen actually got anything for Valentines Day, but this year was an exception. Trish stopped the movements of her hand, much to Ricky's disappointment. Chad had eaten Valentines chocolates as well. She stepped over to her desk and checked the list that Skip had written out for her. Sure enough he'd also written down chocolates. "Who gave you the chocolates?" Trish said urgently. "My Valentine," Ricky smugly replied.. Come upstairs."She smoothly stood, holding out her long, slender arm to him. Stan took it and pushed himself up with his other arm. She led him up the stairs, looking back twice to smile at him, desire plain on her face.For his part, Stan was moving on autopilot. His mind was trying to keep up with the rapid developments. He couldn't bear the thought of saying, "Anne, wait..." but he did feel things were moving fast.Then Stan had another thought. It had been half a lifetime since he'd needed a.