I always told the sales lady at macy's it was for my girlfriend. I insisted on full matching bra and panties and always matching garterbelts. Even tho...gh it was never the most expensive lingerie, It was my own. I did this for many years and accumulated a nice collection. but like all crossdressers, I eventually found myself purging every few years because of guilt.When I graduated from college and got a real job, I decided that this is a side of me that I enjoy. And since I really enjoy looking. She said it was not needed but I wanted a drink anyway. I took her to a club and got a table near the bar. We ordered some food and I ordered whiskey for myself. I asked her if she wanted a drink. She got a little uncomfortable. When I asked, she told me that in her village girls don’t drink alcohol, even many respected men did not drink. I told her she is in the city now and these customs were meant for stuck up village folk. I told her drinking is a way a to relax after a hard day’s work and. My head was spinning and my cock was as hard as steel. I engulfed his fat cock and was able to swallow 7 inches of it before gagging on it. I then pulled back and started to work on it even more. When I had almost all of it in my mouth and throat, he fell back on the couch and moaned deeply. "The best" he kept whispering over and over as he fucked my throat. Finally he couldn't take it any more. He grabbed my head and began to feverishly fuck my mouth pulling me even deeper onto his shaft. With. I'm just plain tired," John replied with a quiver in his voice."Being working out again?" she tilted her head and nodded with the distinctlyfeminine compassion and understanding. Jen approached him and slouched gavehim a long succulent kiss, her lips half-parted and her playful tonguethrashing about the inside of his cheeks."Mmm, Jenny, " he sang tugging her closer toward him."But what am I doing, " Jenny ceased her tongue gymnastics, "I am forgettinghow tired you are, " she sang pulling.