I say private pleasure because I had never plucked up the courage to go out in public. In fact, I had never even told anyone about my cross-dressing. ...I also say private because the act of dressing up as a girl invariably resulted in sexual pleasure through masturbation. Ever since I was a young boy I had cherished the look and feel of soft feminine underwear adorned with pretty bows hugging tightly at my cock. — I stood there in Steph and Jack’s single-bedroom apartment, looking out through the. I turned on the water. Jen sat on the toilet. She had no problem with me watching as she pee'd and force out the cum I just deposited from her ass. We got in the shower, lathering each other and playing with everything that could be played with. Even the 3 oz. plastic shampoo bottles became a toy. The experience of having that bottle shoved up my ass brought another surge to my cock. Jen sucked my cock for a few minutes while the bottle settled erotically in my ass. "Okay Dad. Just a couple of. “I want us to experience it together. You do what you are comfortable with. Watching or participating,” She answered sensing my dilemma.“I don't know what to think,” I confessed."I really want you to see it from my perspective,” Ann said. “Think about it, promise?” She kissed me.I went home and tried to think about it, but every time I did, I had images of Ann being fucked by guys I didn’t know. It was like an endless porn movie playing in my head with my girlfriend as a star. Admittedly, more. When it came time for college he elected to stay at home and work, telling the folks to send me instead. At thirty-one, he looked fit and contented."Marriage seems to agree with you," I commented."We'll have you over as soon as you get settled. Tracy's dying to meet you and you'll get a kick out of Jerry. He's at the age when kids begin to recognize the difference between their uncle and the dog."We were driving through our old neighborhood and Dave filled me in on the changes that had taken.