I wanted to wear them too and added pantyhose to my rubber glove jerk off sessions. I didn't think of it as cross dressing or that it turned me on be...cause they were girl's clothing. They just turned me on.When I became interested in girls, I would always try to get them, if they ere wearing them, to leave their pantyhose on when we had sex but, without it being too obvious that it was a fetish thing for me. I was afraid they would think I was weird or something. Secretly, I was wishing that. And I don’t mean suck a cock like a teenage girl, I mean take a whole cock down your throat like a real whore. Are you ready to learn how to do that?” “Yes, ma’am.” Even in my rising levels of lust, I remembered to be a good girl, and show respect to my teacher. “Now watch me. I’m only going to show you once, then you’ll be on your own.” Then she started to run her tongue up his shaft, coating it with a sheen of spit. “Fuck yeah, baby. God, jam it down your throat!” Charlotte leaned. Can you imagine if we just kind of fell into that without even thinking about it?”“Didn’t we?” I asked.“Yeah, but we realized it before we did something permanent or irrevocable. I don’t like the idea of divorce any more than you do. One husband. Period. For life. That’s the plan.”“Me too. Well, wife, I mean!”Sandy laughed, “I was about to ask if you were going to swap me out for Robby or Lee!”“You know I have no claim on you,” I said gently.“Yeah, but I don’t want to mess things up! And if. " What are you talking about? You only wear black, you dork. Anyway, you don't need any clothes,... remember," Izzy sneered.After that, Gayle's shopping gene kicked in, that gene that every woman has, one of the main differences in the genetic makeup of the two sexes. I just had to sit back and enjoy the show, as the two led me from store to store, competing as they modeled ever more outrageous outfits, in a frenzy that threatened to use up every dollar of available credit on both my Visa and.