They all want to date him. John however is very shy, everybody thinks.John has a secret. He loves to wear female underwear. He would even wear dresses... if he could, but western society 'prohibits' men to dress the way they want. Women can wear whatever they like. Marlene Dietrich made it even possible for women to wear trousers. At some 'Jerry Springer' type show he saw how the audience reacted to a man who told of his love for panties and he decided to keep his feelings a secret to anyone. This. When I know it’s alright I walk out silently shutting the door behind me. As I round the corner into the livingroom I am not disappointed. There they are, lying there on the couch, his hand in her shirt kissing her hard on the mouth as she rubs her hands up and down his back while he is grinding his blue-jeaned bulge into her. He pulls her up long enough to unhook her bra releasing her tit. Though it’s not enough to see them he pulls the shirt up and over her head and is greeted by two nice,. "Not a bad looking cock that Frank, question is can you use it as good as it looks?" With that she took him by the balls and started to pump his cock with her other hand. Fondling his balls with her hand she looked up at Frank and smiled with a lick of the lips and planted her cherry red lips around his cock sliding down the full 7" of this hardened cock. Her tongue was running all the way his shaft. He'd never felt anything like it. Oh girls had given him blow jobs, but nothing like this, this. “And I’ve been trying to make you understand, but apparently words aren't working,” I said then snatched a handful of hair on the back of her head and pulled her to me, passionately kissing her as I grabbed her wrist and put her hand on the tent in my lounge pants. She went stiff and tried to pull away, but I held firm and kept kissing her until I felt her lean into me and grab my cock as I slid my hand into her bathrobe and started fondling her tits. We kissed and groped each other for what.