Well something you gotta know first. My family follows sikhism so I have a beard, a mustache and body hair which I cannot remove because of religious ...reasons. But it is a blessing in disguise because I have long hair which complements my cross dressing, but the fact remains I am a closet crossdressser.So there I was, lying in my bed the day after my sixteenth birthday, with a terrible hangover from an array of drinks I had at my party the night before. All I could remember was that I had come. More than full even, I realised that it was my own weight that was pressing me down so I just eased myself up very slightly and from then on, it was just sheer pleasure,He fucked me gently, kissing me and sliding his monster cock slowly up and down inside my yearning slit,"I think you're a natural for this" he said softly, "You don't need any foreplay at all do you?" You're right" I breathed into his mouth, "I've discovered another side to myself and I like it" I quite like it too" I think your. 'And you,' she said turning to Angela, 'playclarinet?''Yes,' Angela mumbled. I raised an eyebrow but Angela turnedaway.'There are two more ahead of you,' the woman said to me, 'andthe reeds are after that. Please take a seat.'I pulled a chair out from a table, took my coat off and hung itover the back of the empty chair next to me. Angela satopposite, her face was very white and she almost lookedfrightened.'Thank you,' Heather said to the woman playing the piano andthen began talking to a short. I came like firework display, my whole body lighting up, thrills running all through me, my knees so weak I had to sit down again. The thrill of touching her had set me off."Did you cum?" she asked, kneeling in front of me. I nodded. "Me, too, my darling."* * *Our relationship progressed from there. I spent a lot of time at her house, telling my mum I was with my school friends. What had started out as a reckless stunt, a way of demonstrating that I was more desirable than those other girls who.