I think by now he realized that I needed some coaching, and he tells me “Go ahead and feel it if you want.” I try to reach over with my near hand... but that immediately doesn’t feel like it’s going to work, so I quickly switch, lean in and reach over with my far arm and put my hand around his shaft. He tenses up and catches his breath as I close my hand around him. His erection is super warm, and I can feel it pulsing with his heartbeat. We sit there like that for a few seconds and I can feel. It appears that besides trying to pull each other's hair out and scratch their opponent's eyes out, they had tried to remove each other's clothing as well, one small piece at a time; from what I could see they very nearly succeeded, before the police arrived and stopped play. It took three ambulances to take all the protagonists to three separate hospitals, for safety's sake, the police informed me later me later.For economy of words and as this story isn't really about Fiona and me. Both women. .Today was like any other day to a compulsive cross dresser apart from ....It was evening and I was walking along the footpath with my heels clickingon the paving slabs. I had my long blonde wig on and my makeup wassufficient to let me pass as a woman provided the lighting was low and thescrutiny not too close.I had on a white silk blouse, black jacket and a full A-line skirt whichfinished just above my knees. My white satin bra was padded to give me arespectable figure and I had black. Peterson, owner of an adult book store... where young Jenny, as always exactly on her her 18th birthday starts to vie as volunteer at a sad Saturday as his help and assistent in service also in the bookroom, where she disc over another type of tasty entertaing eroticising magazines: mad men mighty strongly spank shapely beautiful bell bottoms till they glow and you can almost hear them.You read her account of first day at Mr. Peterson, whose life long companion she became:You can leave a.