For anonymity sake, I'm going to call her Lexi.Lexi flirts and teases excessively. Shortly after I moved in, I was washing my car and her and her frie...d came over and started asking me about my past relationship. (Her mom and I had talked briefly about our divorces in front of Lexi after we first met) They were both giggly, and Lexi said something along the lines of "She was crazy to divorce a man as handsome and as nice as you" Which kind of flummoxed me, I just said thank you politely and. The only response was: "Hey - kinky. That's great! The audience will love it."So I agreed, after all I consider myself second only to Rush Limbaugh as a font of wisdom on all subjects, and even he wouldn't be as well informed as I on crossdressing. I dug the wig out of the recesses of closet, found something to wear in my $9.99 or less wardrobe that matched my reddish beard and went forth unto the Studio, suitcase in hand. You didn't think I would try and go dressed, did you? The makeup person. Quinn showed up the night of the review clearly miffed, and dressed to the nines. Her family was always well turned out, but that evening she was wearing “red carpet” clothes; in this case a shimmery black cocktail dress that was so tight that it left little to the imagination, and a pair of stiletto heels that accentuated what the dress encased. She was certainly the center of attention, which was her plan all along. And to every discreet inquiry as to why she wasn’t on stage, she had a sotto. “Come with me.” He pulled me by my penis out of the shower area and back to a bench.He sat down and turned to face me again. His cock was standing at full attention and it had my full attention. “You want to touch it don’t you. Go ahead.” He grabbed my hand and guided it toward his tool. I continued to wrap my right hand around his warm, big, thick, veiny manhood. It felt so good in my hand and I could feel mine start to rise more than I thought it could. “Get down here big boy.”I dropped to my.