Ben licks his lips at Lisa's flawless quivering mound of love pudding. Ben spreads her legs smiling at her as he laid face down on the bed. Lisa is wo...ndering what he is going to do; he has to go to work in fifteen minutes."Ben what are you doing?" she asks."You just lay back and relax for the next 10 minutes, and you will see," he says to her with a grin.Ben slides up and starts to lick and kiss all over Lisa's pussy as she whimpers with shallow breaths in erotic delight. She is still not sure. So, like everyone else with this particular "hobby," it'san underground thing because only those with this particular "affliction"really understand. I see the clothing like a form of medication. Like theepileptic or the allergy sufferer, once they get their medication they canlive reasonably normal lives. Ladies clothing for the cross dresser ismuch the same. After satisfying the part of the brain that releasesdopamine or serotonin or whatever a "CD" is once again as normal as anyoneelse. For. She freaked out and her whole body started moving to try and stop me. I decided to tickle her more, because well honestly when she would freak out her boobs would bounce all around and I was getting so hard looking at them. I knew her other most ticklish spot was her underarms and down the sides of her torso, so I manoeuvred myself so my knees were on either side of her waist straddling her and I held both her arms above her head with my left hand. I was surprised how much I could. “Mrs. Smith gave me an erection! I’m obviously messed up in the head,” I said.“The big head and the little head!” Sasha joked.“Sasha, don’t make this worse than it is,” I begged.“Mick! This is no big deal,” Sasha took charge of the situation. “I’ll prove it to you. Stand up and close your eyes.”I stood, pushing my chair back. I could feel my semi-rigid penis hit the edge of the table. I leaned forward to try to hide it.“Now, think back to a couple of days ago when Mrs. Smith bent over in front.