We can't even tell anyone we're in love. Could you tell your mom and dad you're in love with a boy? I know I can't. I can't tell anyone at work I'm in...love with you. What would our neighbors think if they knew we're in love, and living as girls inside our own home? I mean... fuck... we can't even hold hands in public. We have to hide our love from everyone, except ourselves." Yeah, all those things are so true." Allie says, "It really fucking sucks when you think about it. The only place we can. For a long time now I have been going to hotels and dressing up spending the night wearing various sexy outfits .Taking pictures of myself fantasizing about being a girl and what type of guys I would like and what I want them to do to me .After years of doing this I have worked out what really turns me on and off, this story is my fav fantasy .I'm very submissive when I dress up as a girl ,i want to be man handled ,to feel a mans smooth muscles ,the strength of a large black man .He would be. I came to a shabby small shop called Geo. Abbott, surgical supplies, and, glancing into the dusty window, I saw a selection of puzzling surgical goods including hernia trusses, flasks and mysterious lengths of rubber tube with nozzles. Then I froze. Hanging almost out of sight on the corner of the window was a long, black, sinister two-tailed leather tawse. I stared at it open-mouthed for some time and then, unable to get up the courage to go into the shop, I finally turned and walked. She wanted it. She hadto have it. ‘Please, ‘ she gasped, ‘Please, Deirdre,please. Fuck me with your gorilla prick.’Deirdre ran her hand up Madeleine’s legs collectingthe thick, juices running freely from Madeleine’scunt. She rubbed the juices and some cream over thetip of the huge penis. She lifted Madeleine onto thedesk, pulling up and opening out her legs. ‘Nowrelax,’ she said, ‘you can take it. I have.’. The cock rested, throbbing.