You know how sensitive they are and you begin to pinch them. The music is still playing and I realize I still need to finish dressing.I pull myself ba...ck from you. You watch with desire when I bend right in front of you.My ass in the air. "Take of my panties with your teeth. No hands!" I tell you. Your lips travel along my back to the place of destiny. You manage to take them of without your hands. I step out of them and I'm only wearing my stockings now. Admiring eyes wander along my body. I. I felt a bit used at being stood up, this fun night had been planned for a while. Even though I had never introduced her to my "femme" side I was fairly sure I had been pushed aside in favour for a more masculine male, so to speak. I was not jealous but disappointed and this disappointment turned to depression after a couple of lonely drinks. Maybe it was the depression or loneliness but either way I found my female side pushing her way out. Before I really knew it I found myself curled up on. ..men jag svarade..nää det gör vi inte och började smeka dig igen..jag log..Du tog din hand under min kjol och vandrade uppåt och jag stretade så du kunde känna hur våt jag var...Du viskade i mitt öra..Mmm..den vill jag smaka på och pulla den så det går för dig...jag svarade..Mmmm det skulle vara nice men inte än..Vi drack upp vårt kaffe och åt våra bullar och sedan sa jag..nu går vi till bilen och åker hem..du bodde utanför stan så det skulle ta lite tid att komma hem till dig..Medan du körde. This story takes place much later in life. I married a woman who had a young daughter, just turning 10. She was a great kid, but her mom didn’t teach her manners too much. So, the first thing she said when she saw me with a white t-shirt on was “Mom, why does he have breasts like you? I thought boobs were just for girls?” I don’t know how she explained it, but it didn’t stop her from keeping up talking about it all through her teen years, and into her 20s.She would come up to me and ask if I.