My knees felt weak, my hands were sweaty, my breaths were short and rapid, and my heart was pounding as I heard her heals loudly click the ground with...every step she took. We finally made it to the basement were she told me she will be back in a few minutes and upon her return I shall be naked and sitting on my knees. Every fiber in me was against the belittling thought of such type of submission. But I couldn’t stop thinking about her outfit, a black dress with a few streaks of red and the. I liked the idea of that, and then felt Paul cum, he cried out as he flooded my pussy with his juices, oh there was rather a lot as well, nice, I love cum. I was conscious of his cum running out, yes running from my juicy cunt, dribbling to the carpet no doubt. Paul would definitely be getting further instruction, I had a sudden urge to pass on Adrian’s sex training, and then I came myself, it shuddered through my vagina, the walls of which clenched Pauls still hard cock, massaged them. Above. Save in high school. Other pursuits were more pressing, say girls, sports, music, etc. Crossdressing became almost non-requerdo. Vietnam next deterred me. It wasn't till the early 70's when I finally gained employment and my own place, that I started back in crossdressing. I found shoes at thrift shops and garage sales. Lingerie was obtainable via the mail. Life was good, I was thin, let my hair grow, and maintained a low profile amoung friends and realitives. Then I met my 1st wife. she was. ” She sticks out her tongue. “Are the others awake yet?” Lily asks. “I don’t think so…” She answers. “You want to take a shower again?” Remembering what they had done the day before. “I don’t need a shower to play with you.” Lily chuckles. Emma’s hand started to squeeze her boob. Gently this time. “Remember what you promised yesterday?” Emma asks, doubtfully. “Yeah…” Lily turns her body to face her friend. “Of course I remember.” She pushes away Emma’s hand from her boob to move her arm.