Mandy learned that I lovedcrossdressing many years back when we just started dating but it wasonly recently that she'd decided to really start playing...around with theconcept of taking control. I learned very quickly that any day shewanted to play I better be ready to accept my "proper" role, and fast.I rolled out of bed and walked into the kitchen. There on the table wasa small box and a note.I picked up the note and began to read: "Hello Sissy Beth, I know we'vehad a lot of fun playing. Moving back in front of the casket; I had the burning desire to touch her. I reach down and touched her hands that were crossed lying on her abdomen. Her hands felt cold as expected but also had a soft plastic or rubbery feel. It was then that I noticed several things that I would consider unusual for a forty-year-old female corpse. There was none of the fine textured hair on her arms and face that you frequently see women have. Also there was not a wrinkle to be seen anywhere on her body.. He tweaked each nipple every so softly then went to her stomach. Again, he did her feet and went back up her legs to her pubic area. He gently slide a finger into her slit every so gently caressing the inner walls. He slowly softly finger fucked her slit and just so softly rubbed her clitoris. She had one climax but he kept on going until she was close to another.When Diane was ready, he quickly climbed on the bed and partially on top of her. He told me that he tried to keep as much of his. On purpose, knowing what reaction it would bring. "Penis? Are you kidding me? Guys have cocks and that's what you're longing to see, isn't it? Isn't it?" "Yes, Sir. (Remember Rule #9.) I want to see his cock." The man pulled out his cock to the loud cheers of the entire bar. "Well, here it is, beautiful. What do you think?" She couldn't help but look. She didn't think she could blush anymore but she did. It was bigger than Sir's, longer and thicker. The man showing it wasn't fully hard but he.