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. I guided my cock to her pussy and felt Caroline move her hips alittle'I thought you needed abit of help' Caroline laughed.I felt my cock slide in beautifully and reached round Caroline's body and lifted her boobs up and pushed her against the worktop then rested her boobs on it.'Christ that feels cold' Caroline shouted.Caroline began pushing back on my cock as I held her hips, looking down at her bum as I watched the length of my cock disappear into her pussy.I started to fuck her hard so I. At least one of us is thinking straight. I’m crestfallen, and I feel horribly frustrated, but I know I ought to be grateful to her too. I certainly am grateful for what she goes on to say. She suggests that I take her to lunch later and then afterwards, assuming that I can swing it for the two of us to take the afternoon off, we can go to her flat, which is quite close, and it will be nice because her boyfriend will not be back from work until late.I grin like an idiot and assure her that I can. He he looked at the paper and saw what looked like a spell written on it. Servis sexis. After he read the paper, it burst into green flames, there was another sharp pain in his head and he saw black. When he came to a bit later, he felt the cool bedsheets underneath him, his arms and legs spread and chained, and what sounded like women whispering. He opened his eyes and realized that he was naked and chained to a bed, and that the whispering women were in fact Bellatrix Lestrange, Neville.