I couldn't believe my luck, and thought about the siding I had to finish but I kind of forgot about that, though, when Kim groaned and pushed her hips...up into my face. “Damn, you’re good at this. I’ll have to send John over to have a talk with you.” I slipped my hands around her thighs and up to her breasts. Her nipples were extended and stiff, and she moaned when I gently twisted them between my thumb and finger. Her clit had come out to play and I wrapped my lips around it and sucked in.. Al final decidí pedirle que fuéramos y me dejara ir de hombre, pero afeminado. Ambíguo. Es algo que me pone bastante aunque no tanto como el estar de mujer y mis taconazos.Para resumir me puse unos pantalones anchos ( de mi mujer), con pinzas, una blusa satinada blanca, también de ella, braguitas negras, sin sujetador. De zapatos compre unos negros con solo un tacón de 4 cm (que deshonor, yo con 4 cm cuando no suelo llevar menos de 12). Me puse un poco de rimmel, algo de colorete rosa, gloss en. I knew it wasn't going to stay pristine forever, but there's not reason to park near the front, where idiots will wait a half hour for a space. People who pull that shit don't care if they ding a car while getting out of theirs.I'm a simple guy. I wear Levi's and T shirts. Levi's and winter shirts like Pendletons. Levi's and sweatshirts. I got two 3-packs of briefs since I already had three pair from the truck stop. What does a guy need with more than nine pairs of shorts? We swapped the boots. Slapping her ass, I'd order her to getready -- we have a haircut at a barbershop in the gay part of town.As we drove to the barbershop, I see her place her hand on the bulge inher jeans, as if she still doesn't believe that she has a cock betweenher legs. We pulled up at a barbershop. She stepped out onto the sidewalkand sees her reflection in the windows of the shop. The bulge in herjeans must have seemed conspicuously huge, because she moved her hand tocover it, as if in shame for walking.