He wasn’t just kissing me, he was teasing, playing, experiencing my textures and the tastes. He was devouring me in the most erotic way. Kissing cle...rly wasn’t a path to sex with him, it had its own purpose and was a destination in its own right. In short, it was hugely erotic. I still just have to think of kissing him and I am hugely turned on. I was so consumed by his kisses that I don’t know how long it took for me to realise that his other hand was on my knee, travelling slowly up my. When he did, it touched mine and like me he was already hard. We continued our kiss as he ground his cock against mine and the whole experience felt nice. He had a great cock and I reached down and took him in to my hand. I squeezed and stroked him a few times before taking both of our cocks in my hand to stroke them together. Moments later I stopped our kiss and I looked down at his cock while simultaneously squatting down in front of it. He was about 6 or so inches long maybe and felt firm in. Unfortunately, as I have progressed through life I have realised that crossdressing and association with womens lingerie is not a phase, it is just part of me. Alright, I admit it – it’s a sexual thrill. It’s not a desire to transition or anything like that. It’s the joy of obtaining the lingerie, frolicking your fingers through the racks of panties, the purchase, the anticipation of wearing. Perhaps “underdressing” for the day at work or play, then finally the alone time to enjoy the relief. . It got so bad that we had to put a makeshift muzzle on him using sheets and we tied his front paws together so he couldn't loosen it. He eventually got better but I never forgot what he did for me and always was there to give him a good scratch or feed him some of my table scraps when he wanted it. Come to think of it you are the spitting image of him. For a moment there in the alley I thought old Max had come back to help from the grave." Leah noticed Anthony's ears poke up when she mentioned.