As he kissed and licked them I heard him say, "Mmmm, they even taste good." I smiled knowing our little secret. His cock was ready, wet and standing u... hard for her and she moved herself on top of him and positioned herself directly over it. Nothing could stop her now. Her delicate fingers then pulled lightly on each of his own nipples making them stand up hard. Once they had responded to her touch she pinched them harder. I heard him groan. Then she leaned down and she kissed him so deeply. As she talked, I sensed I was crimson red from blushing. That lastcomment stung! "Want to be one?" Oh yeah...I was trapped between theproverbial rock and a hard place. Had she discovered my clandestinecrossdressing? When... How? And I thought I had always been so careful,so crafty. Aren't all closet cross-dressers like thieves in the night?Of course, I would dearly love to be a bridesmaid...what cross-dresserwouldn't...it's the stuff dreams are made of...being fully attired in. There were no questions asked but I knew eventually there would be a reckoning. I could not continue to rely on the safety of the tower and bask in the sunlight. I had to make a choice. I waited, my heart desired to soar in blue-green skies. My sensibility longed for the firm foundation beneath my feet. I felt trapped and caught in the middle, between desire and survival. I knew it wouldn’t be long before the gale of winter crept in from the north, but was there was no way for me to soar in. She looked after her body very well, used to do a lot of squatting and was regular at the gym. We used to chit chat a bit but mostly general stuff. I always admired her figure and used to ogle over her assets while she was working on her ass. Being a banker she used to wear formals skirts and stalking daily to work. I was also about to finish my college and looking to start my own work so she was always a good help.One fine day we met for coffee and out of the blue she started talking about her.