My mind raced, as I tried to come up with words to calmher down. I told her that I loved her, and didn't want her toleave, and she finally did calm do...n, but I wondered whether shehad been referring to the suitbag which was hidden in the backof my closet - the one that contained not a man's suit, but thefemale clothes I loved to wear.My crossdressing habit had started long ago, when my mother hadgiven me a pair of her panties to wear because my littleboy-butt was sore. I loved how they felt on. But yea I kept staying at my girlfriends pissed off face as she stared at my touching myself.Turns out she didnt have classes and came over to see me. She closed and locked my door asking me what the hell was I doing. Already caught I told her the truth and then she was even more pissed as she saw my friend on my screen and said "TO HER OF ALL PEOPLE?!?", "AM I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU!?". I tried to help understand and she didnt want to hear it and said "And your still hard? Really?" And went on to. Nocar. Do you understand? No!” “All right, Daddy. All right. I’m just going to sitdown now. I’ll sit right here, but don’t worry, I’llkeep my skirt high so you can still look at my thighs.Okay? Do you want me to take my top off anyway?” “I don’t care. I don’t care what you do. It won’tchange anything.” “Okay, Daddy. If you say so. I think I’ll just pull itoff. You can watch my breasts bounce around as I pullit. I turned to see why not, and there was Mr Franklin, right behind me, walking up the stairs of my porch. His big dick and nut sack were flopping around outside his pants, swinging with each step he took. Thank God it was mostly dark so the neighbors couldn’t see what was going on!“What are you doing?” I whispered in earnest. “My husband is inside!”“I know”, he whispered back, “but I just needed to feel my dick inside you one last time today before I headed home.”With that, he pulled me to the.