He stood up and came over to me. He sat down. His eyes were a grayish blue and I was intoxicated by their gaze. He spoke softly, "I'm sorry miss, is t...his seat taken?", such a sly man, yet charming. I shook my head no and so he sat down."I couldn't help but notice you were sitting here all alone. Such a beautiful girl shouldn't have to waste her day alone." I smiled."You are right. I did get stood up and I do enjoy the company." He smiled at me."Would you like to join me in my suite upstairs?. The house seemed very quiet as I walked backto the kitchen to find the fridge. I loaded up a tray with the lagerand some snacks and headed towards the lounge.The lager was proper Danish pilsner and slipped down my throat easily,however, it didn't seem right drinking and not smoking. Afterfinishing the first can I lit up a cigarette, it would be hours beforeshe came home and I was sure the smell would have disappeared by then.Television was pretty boring and my mind kept wandering back to. She told me to stay sitting and returned the peas to the freezer and then returned and told me that we should get me off and see if any blood comes out as well as sperm. She said she would do the stroking and with a damp cloth started masturbating me, after a while, she asked was having trouble and I replied no. But she decided to give more inspiration and she undid her top and showed me her breasts. Shortly after I came all over her chest after she checked the sperm for any sign of blood. I. .. but locking away its misallocated make genitalia amplifies its sense of submission and weakness many times. It feels impotent, helpless, pathetic. It desperately wants to relieve itself. But not only dies that make a mess of its pretty panties and stockings, it purges all of its girlie transvestite urges for a brief moment of ecstasy. When it has finished it sees itself not as the sexy girlie it has conjured for itself, but as a bizarre young male in stockings and women’s underwear. Without.