I squirted it out, shooting a long stream behind me. I could hear it hitting the ground…I sensed movement near me and I guess Bandit had heard me pi...sing.I looked back and saw him standing there smelling the spot where I just relieved myself. He raised his leg and covered that spot with his own piss, claiming the area as his. He moved up behind me and started licking the few drops falling from my mound. It felt so good to have him clean me and stick his tongue inside my pussy. He stopped. . ?”“I mean!”“But they’re still awful sore from the last time,” she complained.“Tough!”It was all the two men could do to control their laughter.“How about handicaps?” I asked in a voice that would carry a bit. This was part of what we had discussed with the pro.Instantly the two were falling all over themselves insisting it was just a friendly match — yeah, sure! — and they weren’t necessary. Kris and I allowed ourselves to be persuaded, finally exchanging winks.[For the benefit of non-golfers. ...............................................................Let me start by saying, I love to crossdress and miss fewopportunities. Whenever my wife was at work and I was able stay insidethe house, I'd wear some sort of girlie clothes and jewelry. How muchI put on such as wig or make-up depends on how much time I can stay EnFemme.My wife knows about it but isn't very receptive so I keep it tomyself. If I could stay En Femme all of the time and nobody cared suchas family, friends or neighbors. Whereasthe bras hung loosely on his chest and there was an unsightly bulge inthe panties, his reflection showed a different story. The bra cradledher breasts rather nicely and the panties sat smoothly without a wrinklebetween Tina's legs.David began to experiment in earnest. He bought clothes and makeup thathe felt would flatter Tina's figure. And it never ceased to amaze him.No matter how hard he tried to look the part, he felt he always lookedlike a guy in drag. But Tina, she was a.