Sorry, Brenda. I still don't understand it, though. Why did it excite me so much when I saw it happening to you? I'm not a bad person."I don't have an... answers for her. I'm still handling this by thinking about it as little as possible and crying a lot.When the water started to cool I added more hot water and then I washed Marsha's tired, sore body with a soapy wash cloth. I washed her hair and then I washed myself. When the water began to get uncomfortably cool again I drained the tub and we. She was definitely calendar material. She was of mixed blood but that’s unimportant except to say green eyes on a caramel colored woman made for one beautiful lady. She and Tony were dating and he brought her to our party. God, she was beautiful. Tony was getting a little high on weed and was watching me watching his woman, Chanel. ‘What do you think, Bro? One pretty lady, isn’t she?’ asked Tony. ‘I’m sorry for staring, Tony. She is gorgeous, she should be a Chanel number ten. You are one. Then the realization wouldhave kicked in and the story would have continued on and finished backhome in the lavish surroundings where our hero would have made theultimate decision and actually become Mrs. Hollingsworth to then live alife of pampered privilege of hair sets, shopping, manicures and then,you guessed it, more shopping, mincing on heels.Now, to me that felt a bit like a sell out and doing two or three morechapters of long winded, diatribe prose would ultimately have forcedscorn and. “I want to lay you face down on a pillow and slowly fuck your ass with a strap-on. I’m going to make you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before.” To say that we were both dripping wet at this point would be a massive understatement. I could have settled for these unreal revelations that had been exposed, but saw one more massive opportunity to lay the fantasy groundwork in these moments of unbridled passion. You see, I always have had a crossdressing fantasy when it came to my sexual.