"Alright then go pick out some panties and call me when you're done, sissy girl." I do not have to explain to you why I freaked out and why my head wa... a whirl wind of oh my God! Some people may not freak out about this but to me to word sissy has to do with more of the sexual side of crossdressing and that world is a world I do not want my mom to know about. So I picked out a set of panties, gave her my gift card and she help me pay for them and went back to reading her friends story in the. As our visit ended and I was leaving the prison, I could feel everyone staring at me. And not only the prisoners but it was also the guards. I continued to feel uneasy every time I entered or left the prison. After each visit I felt so sad for John, and even though I hated to go to that prison, I felt myself counting the days until I could return.I was limited to visiting every two weeks but John was able to call me. Normally he would call me each Tuesday and Thursday. He always told me how. ’ ‘Unless you find a sale.’ ‘Hey! That was a small store. I bet even with the sale they still have good service.’ I delivered Jean back to her door about an hour later. ‘Jean, I really enjoyed the evening. Perhaps I can call you during the week and we can set up another get-together.’ ‘Jack, I’d really like that.’ Before I could do anything else, she reached up and gave me a peck on the cheek and stepped back. ‘Good night.’ As I watched the door close, I wondered where I was. I didn’t expect. To my surprise he had two Diary Milk Silk chocolates. He gave me one and slept on bed, that his head is mouth my cock and his cock near my mouth.I got to know we would be on 69 position. I also understood why he had brought chocolates. Both of us unwrapped the chocolate covers, but we sucked our dicks barely and completely. He mouth fucked me for some time later did I. We kept chocolates on others dick and started sucking the chocodick for a very long time. Both of us shot a big thick spraying.