This also brings up another issue that was unresolved form my early twenties and that was my attraction to transsexuals. instead of exploring why I ha...e felt these thoughts feelings I harbored them. I hid my feelings not only from my family but also my friends. I became the closet cross dresser who was also attracted to transsexuals keeping it under lock and key in my mind. it was the only place where I could find comfort with it. now let me state after sometime I did not feel weird about how. Caroline had made perfectly good sense as to why he shouldn’t but it didn’t matter. He had to see her even if just to return her locket. It might be the only way to clear her from his mind. Jack reached London in a foul mood. He had wired ahead to tell Johnson what train he was on and when Johnson was a few minutes late, Jack almost chewed his head off. They rode in silence back to his flat. The falling rain mirrored his mood. When Johnson tried to remind him of the Monday meeting at the. . nice," Her voice caught. "But you should stop." I'll stop... if you tell me what else happens when people 'play house'."She colored even more brightly than she had before. Haltingly, she answered my question. "They hug and kiss... and... touch each other... between the legs." You'd like to try that yourself, wouldn't you!" I said knowingly.She nodded, a bit reluctantly, carried along by my enthusiasm. My fingertips found her nipples again."Then why don't you and I play house?"She was so. "You can touch it if you want. Rub the wee lump at the top, I like that and it gets me excited. Be careful though, it's all still pretty new to me as well." Mary-Anne was not shy in letting me experiment and wanted to do some of her own. "Have you got a hard on, and can I see it and would you let me touch it as well?"My sense of fair play, and the thought that she might go inside if I didn't agree, encouraged me to get out and sit beside her where I lowered the front of my suit as far as I.