"Ok then....." Stella muttered, not sure what to do. She began walkingaround, trying to see what she would be up for. No one is familiar, shethought, ...as she found herself on the outdoor patio. Sighing, she wonderedif this was the best idea or not. Perhaps I should go, as she was aboutto pull out her phone. Perhaps one of my cousins can come get me, shefigured."Oh yo what is up?" a voice asked her which prompted her to look over tosee who it was. A young man with short sandy blonde hair along. I help take my pants off the rest of the way and she pulls my boxers down. My cock is now pointing straight out and a little pre-cum starts to ooze out. “Umm, so nice and hard. I could have used this in my geology class, it is so hard it surely would have broken up some rock samples.” Megan giggles. Her hands begin to move up and caress my chest. My buttons become undone and she eases me out of my shirt. Before I could start to take her clothes off, she has pushed me onto the bed and her lips. I think that covers everything, except maybe gushing about nail polish colors, eye shadow and frilly skirts. So if these are the essential qualifications to be a crossdresser then I'm in deep trouble. Let's look at them one by one.* I knew I was different / guilt and agony - Nah, I have always had an ego that has never let me down. I knew if I did it there had to be somebody else out there that wanted to do it too, even if I didn't know them. So why feel guilty? It has to be normal to someone.. .......darling.” and she laughed and laughed while I tickled her ribs. My hardness hadn't gone down any and with all this squirming and dancing on my lap I was about to blow. I stopped and held her by her waist until I felt the pressure of my cumming ease off. We just looked into each others eyes. She pressed her cunny into me, I'm sure she could feel the bulge in my shorts. She looked down and I followed her gaze. A big wet spot had formed on the front of my shorts and her knickers had been.