I have always been a cross dresser and enjoyed it. Maybe it was too much at times. I some how let the guys go too far with me. That is a different story. When I got married I put all my special clothes in the basement and lived a normal life. One day I was
After pizza by candlelight, he calls me over to sit on his lap. I settle my pantied bottom across his thighs and put my arms around the back of his big neck. We talk and kiss, doing less and less of the former, until we’re doing almost exclusively the latter. Meanwhile his hands have found
I was introduced to cross dressing when I was about 18. I was picked up by a local divorcee who was sex mad. After I finished shagging her on her bed and was having a break before having another go, she opened a drawer in her room and pulled out a dark pink camisole top.
It was Thursday evening, the evening I always have to “work late”. That’s the story I tell my wife anyway. At lunch time, I had gone shopping and the new clothes I bought were neatly hung in the closet of my private office. I took a tour of the general office area, using the water