"Then I insist you call me R?is?n."The Baroness nervously motioned her guest towards a couple of campchairs. Moving to the other side of the tent, she... looked back, still notquite believing her own eyes.Placing a silver tray down on the table in front of them, R?is?n said, "Ihope you don't mind, the tea might be a little cold." Thank you, this will be fine," Aislin said.Reaching for her own cup, R?is?n took a small sip of the black tea tryingto steady her nerves before placing it back on the. I looked up at her as I fingered her pussy. Her eyes were closed tight as her body shook with anticipation. I knew I was going to make her cum, it was just a matter of time. I went back to licking her, feeling her body start to get more animated. Her legs seemed to wrap around my head, locking my face to her pussy. I pushed a third finger inside her and that seemed to do the trick. I could feel her pussy convulse against my fingers as she let out a long whimpering moan. I pulled my fingers from. " I had all the confidence ofsomeone trying to learn to drive stick on a peppy clutch, and my stutterperfectly matched the motion of the many, many stalls that would occur.Jessica frowned, again looking hurt. She turned away from me momentarilyand sighed. "It's not nice to lie, Riley."I quickly added, "Um. Greg said that this Ryan guy might be using hispassword and stuff."Jessica said softly, "Figures. He's probably still in Vancouver. I'msorry I accused you, Riley. That wasn't very nice." She. NICElingerie, too.Why was all this stuff there? Well, it was mine. Yes, I said to myselffor the millionth time, yes Chris, you're a cross-dresser. But no,you're MORE than that, aren't you? You're not just a cross-dresser, youactually WANT to be a GIRL, don't you? That's the truth of it. You wishyou had boobs... you wish you had a pussy instead of a cock... you wishyou could wear all this stuff openly, and be called "Christine" insteadof "Chris", and...And... have a boyfriend, too, isn't that.