”After hearing my moans, he became a bit brutal rough on me. He broke the button of my lower pants and pulled down my pants so desperately. I was we...aring a light pink color pantie. He liked the colour of my pantie. Soon, his focus was on my legs and thighs as I had a little extra fat on my thighs which jiggles when I moved.The show manager started smacking on my thighs and then with his tongue, he licked my thighs. He kept his hands over my pantie and was gently pressing over my cunt.Suddenly,. Tomorrow would be different I told myself as they would have had theirfun. Would Martha talk to me when I was dressed as a man again?When I got home Mum was furious that I was dressed as a woman. "No sonof mine should be dressed like me!" my mother said."Well, think of me as your daughter," I replied."Yes you are cute but you are my son, Sweetie. Have you been hidingyour desire to dress like me for long?"I told Mum that I had never dressed as a woman before today or eventhought of doing so. I saw her not sleeping.Asked “if you want all the four seats to sleep, I will move to last seat”She just nodded saying no.Me: Are you missing your friend, She: YesWe started talking and I had to move 1 seat closer so as I talk in low voice that does not disturb other sleeping colleagues.Now she move one seat closer and we were adjacent seats, she said the ac blower in the window seat made her feel cold.She: don’t you feel the chillness and you don’t have blanket.I said “No”She: But howMe: I. I needed to cum again. He did his job and made me cum. Then he pulled up and asked me to suck him and make him hard so he could fuck me. I took his cock but he never got as hard as I wanted him. Plus he was average size. So I got out of the car and told him that there will be no fucking happening tonight. He protested and begged but I was gone. Back at the party I needed to find a guy who I wanted to go home with. And I did. Ernest. 6’5′, 240, 20 something black guy. Dressed as a slaughter.