To look at James, you would never in a million years guess, but James loved to dress up in women's clothes. One of his bedrooms was completely devoted... to Misty, which was the name James went by when dressed as a female. He had a wardrobe to rival most real women, a closet full of dresses, tops and skirts, and a chest of drawers devoted to lingerie. Even though James was a masculine guy, he made a pretty convincing woman at first glance, at least, but wasn't 100% passable if you looked closely.. I had to try to think of all sorts of non-sexual things: the Eiffel Tower, the closing bell on Wall Street, the coming down of the Berlin Wall. They might have helped but when she slid her hand under the waistband of her panties, spreading her knees a bit to begin rubbing, I knew I was a goner.I took a step toward her as cum began spurting out onto her boobs and stomach while she laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes, happy tears."Omigod, Andy, you really have a lot. Is it always that. Fucking Arrogant Bastard.Within fifteen minutes we were airborne en route to Virginia headed to London via private jet then on to Belgium.I used my time wisely. I plotted out every fucking angle I knew Rio capable of playing.♦My first job was at a historical society. I loved transcribing letters and journals filled with intriguing tales of travel, betrayal, and sexual affairs. It was fascinating work. The boring stuff I passed to volunteers.I was engrossed in a scandalous tale of adultery. They let us out after lunch, but by then, I was a school legend. Who knows, if I had pulled that stunt earlier in the year, I might have been homecoming queen. "Anyway, to conclude this sordid tale, I got my A and my scholarship and admission into this fine bastion of higher education. As for Mr. Perkins, I know for a fact he quit or got fired later that summer. I've heard he's out of teaching, back with his old lady, and selling insurance somewhere upstate." After a short struggle, Jan stood.