But, thanks to the skirt, for the first time I feltconfident enough that I could actually do anything I wanted to.But what did I want?To be a girl?Or... at least as close as I could get?After all, if there wasn't anyone around, nothing bad could happen to mefor doing it.But why would I want that?So much about me didnt make any sense. Why was I so anxious all thetime? Why did I need to feel safe in routine? And why did I suddenlyfeel better dressed in a skirt?Something had happened to me, didn't. My size is more than average but i can not stay hard more then 6 minutes,Andrea keeps repeating that she is happy and sexualy satisfied as it is, like the vast majority of women she need a clit solicitation to achieve orgasm.At the beginning we use to have sex every day then slowly the rate dropped to once a week,i always try to initiate it but there is always an excuse to put it off,she is losing interest in sex.Andrea keep saying that my performances are enough for her but i think she is. " Jennifer removed my jacket, shirt and cummerbund before she dropped to her knees. After removing my shoes and socks she slowly undid my tux trousers and let them puddle at my feet. She planted warm kisses on my stomach as she slowly slid down my boxers down until they were also around my ankles. My shaft was now freed from its prison and sprang to attention. She positioned me so I offered a profile in the mirror and then stood up. She started kissing my lips and neck while ever so slowly. Xenia stripped all of her clothing off except for her heels and nylons. She posed for me with her hands on her hips. I hope this wasnt a one time thing for you? She said in a small voice. I saw the way you looked at me the first time in my office&hellip,I wanted you from the first. I have a thing for older men. Not the way you might think though. And how is that? I asked drinking in the sight of her beauty. And, I added. If you think I want you to go away and not come back youre mistaken. I.