It was when I was 12 and the panties belonged to my mom. When those satin panties slipped over my cock and balls the first time, I became addicted to...female clothes for life. You see I'm what's called a transvestite " a guy that likes to dress like a woman". The addiction started slow but by the time I was 18 dressing as a woman and going to gay bars became a every weekend event. Meeting other TV's and dancing not sex was the main reason I went to the bars. There were a few close calls with. We can’t… Mmmmhmmm….” He took my face gently in his hands and kissed me. A deep, passionate, lustful kiss. A lover’s kiss. A kiss I shouldn’t have been having with this man. A kiss I gladly participated in. My sheer white thong panties were becoming soaked. As we kissed, he backed me into the sofa in my dressing room and I fell backwards onto it. He positioned his hips in front of my face; his cock was already poking out of the zipper to his tuxedo pants. It looked just so yummy. I grabbed it,. "What? I'm not weeing in your garden. What if the neighbours see?" "Fine, you'll have to wet yourself then." "Don't tempt me, I'll do it on your carpet." "You wouldn't dare!" "Watch me." Sophie tugged at her dressing gown cord, it fell away to reveal her nudity. Emma gawped at her friend, her huge breasts, the nipples erect in the sudden cold, her slightly bulging tummy, the tiny strip of pubic hair and her long slender legs. She hadn't seen her naked in years and here she was standing there. "You for real told your husband that you couldn’t answer the phone because your hands were full!" a man said laughing heartily."Full of dick!" another man joined in the laughter."What do you think your husband would say if he knew you had a dick in each hand while talking to him on the phone?" one of them asked."I'd imagine he'd be pretty jealous, but this is my weekend away so he's the last thing on my mind,” she replied, making my heart sink.“You don’t need your husband when you got four big.