I rubbed my hand up and down her lips a few times before parting her lips with my middle finger. But before I could insert my fingers inside her she p...laced my middle finger on to her clit , and told me to gently play there. I wanted a better look so shuffled on to my knees and turned my body round so I facing her feet and moved my head to above her genitals, this was the first time I had seen a pussy at such close quarters so was just looking at it in admiration, I moved my left hand underneath. .but the key ingredient that should have set off an alarm wasthe 80-yard pink petticoat straight from my secret sissy stash. But shewore it for me on Valentines day regardless, and she had no idea that whatI really wanted was for her to make me wear the very outfit I hadpurchased for her to wear for me. And while I had her bent over the bed,thrusting in and out of her, all I could think about was being that sissymaid bent over while taking it in both ends. When I came into her, Iimagined that. Either I was getting in to this whole art thing, or I was just getting into the whole naked woman thing! Her right hand on her hip, Sandy was standing at just the right angle so that her nipple was still pointing out, and further down, her bush was also slightly sticking out on show.I think I did quite well, drawing the crack of her bum. It looked flawless, perfectly shaped, and easy to draw. Or so I thought anyway.In what seemed like way too soon, the class came to an end. The room quickly. Deep within my heart I had always felt I would have enjoyed life as awoman even more so than I had as a man. I knew there were ways toaccomplish this, but those ways were expensive and resulted in surgeryand hormones. I was far too old to even think about going down thatpath.Sighing I looked down at the gray hairs upon my legs and arms. I waswell past my prime now, on the down side of the hill if you understandwhat I mean. It was too late for me to ever entertain the thought ofchanging.