. that would be a very good way. Do you mean touch them like this?..." Oh yesssss... just like this. That's... that's good. Now... twirl your finger t...ps around my nipples like you're pinching them and... yes... that's right... ohhhh that is so right. Yes, just do what you'd do to appraise an antique pillow or anything that's soft and smooth and... ohhh yes... bounce them like that some more." That feel pretty good m'am?" Oh my goodness yes... oh my goodness... So... so how much do you... do. Initially, I was just kind of feeding a habit until I smoked a Benson & Hedges Menthol. I loved the effects of the menthol seemed to add to the arousal of cross dressing. In hindsight, watching women smoke has been a fascination for me. My own smoking is kind of tied into my female identity. It's kind of hard to explain. Breakfast was a ritual with mom and I, due to not seeing much of each other during the week.About a month earlier, I finally admitted to her that I started smoking and I wanted. The tip of my cock touched your pussylips as I guided it into the open slot. All that filled the air was the sound of our laboured breathing and the softness of our groans of need and desire. I slipped my cock between your lips and opened you further. Your hands clawed at my back and you cried with the pleasure of my cock pushing into you. Slowly I thrust my cock into you and filled you. I kissed you and saw you bite at your lips as you felt a cock fill you. You wept tears as I opened you and. At first we just chatted and held hands. Then, one day, he kissed me when we said our good byes. I was both embarrassed and excited by this. I lay in bed that night and went over the night’s events over and over, savoring the feel of his lips on mine. The next time we met he held me close and began kissing me seriously. For a long time we stood holding each other with our lips pressed together. Then I felt his lips opening a bit and his tongue press against my lips. At first, I was too shocked.