"I can't, can I?" Correct! You CAN'T! Do you want to?" No. I don't know how." Right. You know how it is done -- you've seen it -- but you don't know h...ow YOU would do it, because you CAN'T! You aren't ready and you aren't physically capable and you have no desire to, right?"Alan went through the list. "Right."I turned back to Bridgette. "He's seen you have sex. He's seen you play with a vibrator. What can top that?"Bridgette turned as red as a beet! "Ron!" We're desensitizing him. He won't be. “You know Peter, when I met you; one of the reasons why I liked you was because you were such a sensitive man. A good listener, and had a very feminine side. I still love that about you very much. I have known about your desire to dress in woman’s clothes almost since the beginning. I was waiting for you to ask me to help you. But you never did. So, I had to resort to hiding and spying on you. This is not the first time I have done it. I have watched you prance around like a little girly boy. " I feel my arms fly up as if real handcuffs have been unlocked. I take Jasmine by the hand and lie her down on her back.I lie next to her and gently caress her body, fingers tracing down her legs then back up. They lightly brush through her bush, and I hear moans from the others. I move my hands up to her lovely tiny boobs, closing my fingers on her hard nipples and stroking them."Oh fuck, apple," I hear. I look up at Mary whose fingers are pulling her nipples. I smile at her, gazing into her. Then I heard movement on the other side of the door and Sally opened it. “God, is that the time? Sorry, come in. I’ve just got out of the shower.” She wore a bathrobe. “Go through, make yourself at home. I’ll be with you shortly.” I went into the lounge and sat on the sofa. The television was already on but I was soon distracted when Sally appeared in the doorway. She’d replaced the robe with a matching black lace thong and bra — and fishnet hold-ups.“I don’t dress up for Richard, it doesn’t.