How could I resist him? Maybe it wasnt much different to what I had already agreed to. My thoughts were racing as I looked at the man I Ioved. I turne... my head to look behind me at where Nicks elderly grandfather was standing silently, a look of desperation on his face. He had the same eyes as his grandson but the similarity ended there. Nicks grandfather, Stuart, was 79 years old. He may have been handsome when he was younger, but his looks had long since faded. He was a tall man, over six. Then one day I was on a well known crossdressing dating site when a message came in from Vicky. The message simply said “Hi, we live very close to each other and seem to have similar tastes, do you want to meet for a chat”. I quickly checked her profile and we certainly seemed to have the same tastes. I quickly replied and that was the start of a lovely relationship.It was a month or so later when we were at Vicky’s house having a drink before we went upstairs to have some bedroom fun together. She just had on the strap on with aleather harness and the vest. Margaret thought she looked extremelymasculine without anything girly on her. Margaret could feel herselfgetting wet and told Karen it was a good thing she was wearing a bathingsuit that was supposed to get wet anyway. Karen just giggled and releasedMargaret, yet gently guiding her toward the queen-sized bed.James kept the bed femininely suited. A pink comforter adorned the whitefour poster bed. There were lots of pillows but. I had not one ounce of regret in me, not one. Despite my lack of control at the beginning, sex with her had been beyond anything I could have imagined. There was a mystical power to Sia’s sweetness, her innocence and youth. The love and adoration I felt weighed heavy in my chest.I also felt a morning erection. I quite liked the prospect of making love to Sia in the morning. Would she be too sore? Where was she? The bed was empty.“Morning, Dad,” she said with a shy smile, her mismatched eyes.