I was smoking-hot that evening seeming able to fuck her as hard as I could without having to control any urge to ejaculate. Nothing else existed in th... world, at that moment: no sin, no father, no baby, no difference in age, no mother and son, nothing but a need to make that woman mine forever by fucking her better than she’d ever been fucked. She seemed gripped by the same madness as me. She writhed, twisted and contorted her body as she pulled her legs back to her shoulders, bending them at. Her small black lace nightie on, which actually matched the panties Roxie sent. "It must be fate," she thought with a small smile forming on her face. Lydia bit lustfully down a little on her bottom lip and brought the panties up to her face inhaling deeply. Taking in Roxie's perfume that still lingered on the panties.Idly her tongue ran over them, tasting as she closed her eyes and her fingers moved between her legs, What followed next was euphoria. A tidal wave of pleasure that she had never. I alsochecked for and found some heels to wear.And so early on a Saturday morning, a morning I usually had a lie in, Igot up and dressed from the skin out. I took my time and didn't rush. Irelished the chance to become my femme-self. I applied a very subtledaytime look to my make up not wanting to over do it.I felt wonderful. And I took several pictures with my phone. I thoughtabout sending them to Eos. I wrote her a text asking 'What do you think?'and attached the pictures. Before I knew it I. I even started getting into forums of people telling their stories meeting transwomen and some more fictional hot stories. I will let you know this interest never led me to be into guys in any way. I love the feminine side of women too much, with their hot curves of asses and tits. However, by my early 20s I was into the porn enough, and the stories, that I had to try something in person to feel out this exciting taboo.This story focuses on my first time with Mistress Valeria and the build up.