I'ma man, a giant man, in a frock. It's just colouring and make-up andstuff. What colours suite me best, what styles?"Leslie's easy manner calmed Sand...e down. Colours and styles, sheunderstood. If she could see past Leslie's masculinity and treathis bulk as just another very tall, out-sized, matron, then there wassome hope. She sucked her lips and considered the task in front of her.Then she turned to Sally and grinned."What d'you think Sally? Is there any hope for her?"Sally and Jemima. The plane took off after only a minor delay and I relaxed in my seat and enjoyed the plane ride on the non stop flight to Sweden, where I would spend the next week skiing. I had decided to take this vacation at the spur of the moment, the summer heat and energy crisis fiasco of California wearing me down. I hadn't skied since I was much younger back East, but felt that Sweden would be the perfect place to go and unwind. No celebrities to deal with, no headaches and nothing but a ski lodge and a. She was still wearing the shirt, but the rest had disappeared quite rapidly. You may guess that I was still adorned with the TFH (The Fucking Hat) as it had become known and the stockings. Since my knees were raised and splayed I could see that the seams were still straight, which is, I think, a mark of a lady. The moment arrived, I clung to it and to Donna’s hair, my torso lifted off the bed as the wave of pleasure made me spasm. I subsided back onto the pillow and felt that delicious calm. I watched as Ashley went to the fridge to get us some bottles of water. I watched as she took an extra long time bending over to pick them up. This gave me a full view of every crease of her young tender pussy, pressing against the tight soft fabric of her tiny cotton shorts. She walked back over and jumped into my lap, handing me my water.There I was in my best friend’s house with his daughter sitting, practically naked, on my rising cock. His wife, her mom, who had already given me the best.