I stood and walked out. I wasn't aware I was creating a trail of shredded paper behind me."That Kat has claws." I heard Nick say as I stepped out into...the sunlight."So I dunno what they have planned." I said and waived my hand in the air. I'd just finished explaining what I'd done to Cleo."Oh My god! You trashed Billy's office!!" Cleo was laughing and couldn't get passed that one little fact.I gave her a sheepish grin."Yeah well." The grin got a bit wider. "I think the colored sticky note paper. It was so neat!" Well, I'll be," Angela said, talking like a mother would to a daughter caught in the act of something naughty. "Did you know, girls," she continued, addressing all present, "that our pretty maid, Rebecca, just happens to have a little penis of her own, well hidden beneath her pink panties, that is." No way," said Josie, while the other guests looked at Angela like she had had a little to much wine."It's true! Tell them, Rebecca, don't you have a penis. Tell them the truth,. I went out to her place, she was dressed when I got there. She showed where I could get dressed. When I came out she complimented me on how I looked and how much she like my large tits. We sat and talked about when we started dressing and why and how we came up with our style. I told that for many years I was a closet cross dresser, then after our k**s left home my wife informed me that she knew about my dressing and then she told me that she was going to take control of how and when I was. Starving. Our gazes fixed upon one another. Desire fills the room as we stand there, gently letting our fingers roam the new territory before us. Your hands wander up my shoulders. My fingers sink into your ass cheeks. Your fingers glide along my collarbone. Mine slowly move up the small of your back. Your fingers rest along the back of my neck. Your thumbs run down my windpipe. I bring my hands up and wrap my delicate fingers around your wrists. My breath catches in my throat. I meet your gaze.