I love the feeling so much”. “Mmmmm......that gives me an idea.....”, I thought. We kissed and stroked each other for what seemed like eternity,...loving every minute of it, until the urge got to me again. In the position we were in, it was an easy thing to lift her left leg up and place it above my hip, to lean over to stroke her thigh, and finger her pussy. She still felt like velvet, and as I continued to finger fuck her, I could feel her pushing back at me. Slippery with her juices, my. She had one hand gently caressing her pussy which was cut so perfect in those shorts. Ant the other holding her knee, keeping he legs wide open. We were not saying a word now. Her eyes locked on my cock, watching me start to jack my cock. I quietly asked her if she liked what she saw. And to my surprise She quickly dropped to her knees making her way inbetween my legs for a closer look. ShE looked up at me with her best "fuck me" face, licked her lips then swallowed as much of my cock as she. We had happened across an old petrol station, abandoned a long time ago when the precious fuel had run out. All that was left on the shelves were some packets of dry food, some of them scattered amongst rotting vegetables. We took what we could. Jennifer had wandered into the back room of the station and soon came running out; laughter written all over her face. Her hand shaking in the air as she proudly held up three bars of chocolate. We all laughed and whooped with joy.It was short. Yes I know the difference and common definitions of who's what. When I did dress, it made me feel so feminine. It seemed I craved another dresser, even a man and his cock when I dressed and I even felt feminine wanted to act the part. I wanted to explore everything a slutty/horned up gal would and entertaining myself with myself was getting pretty boring, go figure. I found cross-dressing porn sites that peaked my interest even more wanting to be the one in the pictures and videos. Back then a.