On the interstate highway for the first twenty miles I felt like shit. I was thinking about Liam being gone. Then for the next fifty miles of smaller ...and more dangerous state roads, I thought about my future. Where would I find some peace from the constant need to be on the move. The money hadn't reduced my urge to 'DO SOMETHING TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE'. It wasn't grand gestures I had been after, just small things. By the time I got down to the county road leading to the marina, I knew I was just. I was an avid crossdresser and stockings were my weakness. I took off my pants and sat on the small bench by the vanity mirror and slid on the first stocking. I admired the look and fell in love with the way they felt. I slid on the second pair. They went on easily since I practically had no hair on my legs. What I did have was very fine. I stood near the mirror and admired my legs. They looked so sexy. I was getting a little excited and although small, my penis began to stand at attention. As. Slowly they then move the table back until they can barely hear me sucking in small amounts of air around Carl’s thick cock. My head is then tied into place and the table is secured. Carl’s hips are tied tight and he is only able to thrust his cock about an inch inside my throat. If he keeps his cock shoved down my throat I won’t be able to get any air and will pass out from the lack of oxygen. We are too remained tied like this until Carl has so many orgasms his cock gets flaccid enough to. “Yeah there are loads; I’ll go get another crate.” Ray replied and left the room to get another crate of beer.“Shit John’s wife is looking hot” Ray thought to him self “if only he wasn’t my friend…….”Ray returned with another crate of beer and re-joined the poker game.“Hey boys do you remember those good old days when we used to be the best poker players in college, and we used to invite all the hot girls for a game of strip poker.” John said as he opened another beer.“Yeah we remember” Darren.