My hands rose and with my fingers i felt the muscles of his shoulders, the smooth skin of his back, and realized i was embracing him. I quickly tore m... hands away. For an instant his body stilled, as if caught in mid flight, then bent to me again. He held my breasts and kissed the hollow of my throat.I heard soft moans escaping from my lips and struggled to hold them back. His naked body moved against mine, demanding and already familiar, and beneath his insistent hands i felt myself letting go. Women's clothing on the other hand was about freedom andbeauty. Men's clothing is boring; women's clothing exciting. Womenexpressed themselves through their clothing, men weren't supposed toexpress themselves at all.All through my teenaged years my crossdressing experimentation continuedand expanded but was limited to what of my mother's clothing I couldactually fit into. I had to be careful to fold and place the clothingback exactly as I found it but I took the risk of being found out for Ihad. He knew the knife was there, set in place, and waiting, waiting for him and for IT and for everything to happen. I leaned over to watch his expression, and his eyes moved from her tits to my face, and as he saw me, and felt the blade in my hands, I know that he knew, KNEW, that as soon as he came it was going to happen. Marsha increased the pace, and rode his cock like a woman in need. Faster and faster and faster, she slid up and down over his pole, ramming it into her body like a cylinder. I could see her big white breasts pleading me to suck……….. . I could also see her cleavage also n its cleanly shaven. She closed the door n I could her her tits moving back and forth asking me to kiss them. Then she went to kitchen and brought me some juice. She said that she was not feeling sleepy, so we began to chat .she told how she got married. However, I was not listening to her just seeing her body… at once she also watched me seeing and smiled.She asked me do u like girls. I said yes..