This is a rewrite of “my Journey” as I was not happy with how I had written it before so hopefully this will be easier to read. As I sat in ...a small bar in a pub I thought back on my life and how it had brought me a Fifty + year old crossdresser to this place and time. Back in the late 70s and early 80s many the top shelf magazines were full of “lipstick lesbians” dressed in sexy satin and lace lingerie in various poses so when I got hold of some of those magazines the connection was made. She pushed me up to the wall at the end opened up the dress got down and sucked my cock in front of the guys watching in disbelief. After getting me real wet and hard she pulled me into the end booth with a big glory hole about waste high. guys struggled to get into the next booth, she stripped to her garter belt and stockings and fingered her pussy and told me she wanted to see do what I do in the booths, A finger came thru the hole, she said what was that for, I told her to pull her. ” Alistair felt both excited and jealous. Suddenly Julie came back on the phone, “I had better go now,” she told him, “we have a table booked.” “I love you?” “I love you too?” “Be good,” Alistair told her. She giggled, “Abdul will have no complaints I can assure you.” Alistair felt better for hearing from her but he still felt a little down. He was missing her and, setting the sex aside, he hurt. He showered and made himself breakfast, then sat down at his laptop. Hi Darling, It’s. ’ Damian laughed. ‘Don’t mind Rodney. He’s harmless.’ ‘But look at me. I’m practically naked! And done up like a pony!’ ‘Believe me, I’ve noticed.’ ‘Please!’ Abby begged. Damian shrugged as the whistling grew louder. He led her onto a game trail that intersected the path they were on. Abby begged him to hurry. While Damian leaned against a tree with his arms crossed and a smile playing on his lips, Abby crouched behind some undergrowth. Ferns and grasses tickled the exposed flesh of her butt..