" Rachael stammered."When we went to the Renaissance meeting, you practically gave thepresentation." Well, that was different." How so? When I came ou...t of the meeting I remember coming out of themeeting and thinking that it was me that said something stupid. This isyour element, Rachael. You understand being a cross-dresser,transgender, what ever you want to call it. No one can match yourunderstanding unless they've lived it. You are an expert in the field,go with it!" It's just me, Chris,. . I sighed, staring at the bronze-bottom pots hanging from a rack, looking beautiful, works of art.“So what’s up?” Todd asked as I pulled out my iPad.“I need to show you something about Leyla,” I said. “I have an exciting opportunity for you. Something I know you’ve been thinking about a lot.”“Oh?” he asked, his brow tightening. He gave me a quizzical look as I swiped my iPad on and opened the video. I had my youngest son, Jalal, show me how to get this video on here and play it.I hit. To hear another woman's low moans even at a distance is quite exciting and only added to the mood, it finally dawned on me that we too were being watched!. I have told my man on several occasions that I, probably am a closet exhibitionist.It never occurred to me that anything bad could happen and nothing did. Once in his zeal to get me naked and really stick it to me he had unzipped my dress and had pulled it, along with my panties all the way down so that I could step out of them, he told me. After a few minutes, I got up and went into the kitchen returning with a couple of beers. As we laid together talking the subject came up as to whether or not we could do this again."Maybe." I said shrugging my shoulders. We started to discuss previous relationships which began to make me uncomfortable. I wasn't ready to go there with him yet...hell, we barely knew each other. I decided enough time had passed for him to recover, so I made my way down to his soft cock and began to play with it..