I am not an outward Crossdresser and I spend most of my "girl" time reading fiction and wishing I had the money, time, energy, and clothes to do so. H...owever, I do have a small collection of shoes that I wear when the opportunity avails itself. I sort of have a liking for shoes. That's my weakness like for some of you that might have a liking for dresses, pantyhose, panties, etc.My wife recently bought a pair of shoes at a chain shoes store. I must say, I wish she had bought me a pair too! They. “I suppose.”“You don’t like keeping the secret, do you?”She shook her head. “She and I talk about everything, along with Faith. Mom even told me about Dad, in the bedroom. Mostly because, I think, she’s thinking about finally dating someone else.”“She hasn’t been?”“No.”“Well, this is something we have to keep secret, if only because we don’t know how Mom will take it.”Alyssa sighed and hugged me. “Yeah, true. Besides, I’m not the only one who has to keep the secret.” Then she pulled back and. This is a tight little city, under 100,000, where people are born, grow up, lose their cherries, get married, and stay until they die. They're even buried inside the city limits.)Tammy had told me all about losing her own cherry, three days after it had happened. That was before I was old enough to be out late in the car with her and two boys. And before she did let me come along, she had spent some time teaching me how to suck a hard, not quite ripe, banana. When it began to get soft from my. Holly's perfect, tight young bottom swaying as she walked all but hypnotized me until it vanished from sight.I threw caution to the wind at that point and had beer number ten. Kicking back in my reclining lawn chair and listening to the music drifting up to me from the lake lulled me into a near doze as the sun set. The moon appeared right over top of the small clearing of my camp, and I stared up at it, enjoying the evening and doing my best not to think about how awkward Monday morning was.