). "Put some boy clothes on over it." as she rolls her eyes.We went to our favorite greasy spoon where we are familiar with the staff and knew some of...the other customers. It felt so erotic being out and sitting there talking with people we knew while I was freshly shaved and wearing slutty sissy clothes underneath my boy clothes. My wife made it even more difficult. She was sitting across from me in the booth. She'd bring her leg up and rub it against my legs while we we're talking. There was. However, to return to my story, just let me tell you what happened when Tom, that very afternoon, saw the glorious photograph of Louisa.First, I must recount what I should have told you in my last letter, had not the relation of the scene so overcome me that I could not go on, but was obliged to relieve my bursting sensations as described. To return, after taking the photograph, we sat down together on the sofa, and the dear girl, in all the confidence of innocence and of trust in me, threw her. Liz felt a little awkward tonight, as the previous night she had had the kiss with Paul, and Paul was not shy in telling Liz how much he enjoyed it and would love more of the same.After an hour Liz told them to go, as she was going to her room to read, but the guys insisted on walking her back to her room before they hit town. Liz realised their plan, so she told them that under no circumstances was any funny stuff going to take place. She was going to bed and that was it.The guys didn't say. Sue was very quiet throughout all this, with odd pleading looks at me from time to time.In due time, this picture along with a paragraph I wrote about her charity walk was published. Tom was ecstatic to see his girlfriend in the paper.The following Saturday, Tom was at work when there was a knock at the door."Come in" I said to Sue, "I'm afraid Tom's at work till late tonight."Yes, I know, but it's you I want to see" she said."Oh, yes," I said."It's about the pictures you took of me, you know.