We could go get it please,” I begged. He allowed me to lead him to my house. We entered and I ran for the renewal notice. He read it and handed it ...ack. “The remaining balance is still three hundred dollars ma’am,” the officer said. “Is there anything I can do?” I asked raising the hem of my dress. He crossed the room and nearly tore my dress off me. He yanked my bra off and tossed it aside. He dragged me by the hair to my bedroom and tossed me on the bed. He stripped naked almost as. My heart started to pound. Mostly naked and with the air conditioning on full blast, I started to sweat. I reached into Dave’s pants and pulled his cock out of his boxers. Long, thick and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside of me. I repeated the process with Will and found his strong, powerful looking cock waiting for me. Tonight had the makings of a very good night. I stroked one in each hand, feeling their hardness. I felt like a kid in a candy store, all giddy and ready for more. I couldn’t. I hope she hadn’t seen the bulge in my pants that was growing by the second. We set off for her place and chatted away about her plans for the weekend. About halfway on the walk to her place we stopped in the middle of a bridge that we had to cross. She looked at me and peered into my soul with her gorgeous eyes. She told me to not think about what she was about to do and leaned in and kissed me with her sweet lips. I hesitated at first but kissed her back, our tongues exploring each other’s. I finally came to terms with the fact that I had MS over a year later. The one thing that was important and always emphasized by doctors, others afflicted, and experts, was stress management. To that date, the most effective form of stress management for me had been cross-dressing. Stress is a major trigger for exacerbation's in MS. It was ironic. Being dressed and more feminine was the very thing that prevented me from being afflicted from an illness more commonly found in women. Years later, .