Occasionally he would buy me clothes, which would always come in the mail from some online shop or other. And frequently, at least once a week (and ev...ry time after he had sent me a ‘gift’ of clothes) her would demand I come over to his place so he could "show his appreciation of me”.But as much as this felt like they had established themselves, I was also aware of slow changes. My crossdressing wardrobe, which up to now had been orientated to being more ‘cute’ and ‘pretty’ started to look more. We passed several peoplealong the trail and no one suspected I was anything other than anattractive woman. The thrill of the entire setting and Ken'sattentiveness to me had me in ecstasy. Ken will definitely be a man Iwill date often this year. Back at his house, we talked about cooking and he gave me some driedpeppermint he had harvested, dried and ground. Ken moved in quickly andheld me in his arms, looking deeply into my eyes. As he kissed me, ourlips parted and we enjoyed several very. Like two teenagers at a drive-in theater, we walked the bases slowly, our mouths tenderly engaged.We progressed button by button. As I undid her blouse, she opened my shirt. We paused to stroke each square inch of skin we exposed. Somehow, she slipped a hand behind her and unhooked her bra, because it fell away from her B-cup breasts. I gently massaged them as she reached for my belt.“Didn’t this used to be easier?” she giggled, fumbling with it. She was wearing slacks as well, so we both had. ” “Move your fingers higher and put your index finger on top of your hood. Tell me how that feels?” Her face was blush pink color now from her arousal. “It feels swollen underneath it and it makes me tingle when I touch there.” “I want you to pull the hood hack there and show me what is swollen under it.” She took her index finger and did as I asked her too. Her clitoris was very swollen, about the size of large pearl. “This is your special spot. I want you to enjoy touching it. First circle.