Her sighs seemed to be getting heavier as my tongue flicked and explored every inch of her panties and I put my hands up under her legs and grabbing h...er arse cheeks pulled her closer, her swollen clit was pushing the fabric inviting me to suck it, that’s when she lost it and her body shook with orgasm and I felt her panties dampen under my tongue, my cock had come back to life as I pulled her gusset aside and got my tongue in between her wet labia lips, interestingly I could still taste the oil. I never wore them though. They did and, that was fine. Sexually, it worked until they started publishing TV/TS/Crossdresser Magazines. Wow, that turned the corner. Now I could were them and get pleasure looking at pictures of those like me and who took it further. Could I take it further? No. At least not yet. I would buy and hide Stockings and Magazines all the time through Strange Mail Order Companies. Then in my town, there were the clubs were crossdresser's frequented. How delightfully. If I had to lecture on the complexities of long distance relationships I would have to say that the daily routine of our lives were the most difficult to be without. The sex could be dealt with. The love was always there but the small everyday mundane things could not be fantasized about.I awoke with a start. My heart was pounding furiously and my body felt moist. I could feel the humidity. I tried to roll over on my back and realized my wrists were tied above my head. My ankles were tied as. I guess moving over a few days threw my whole schedule off and I forgot it was Monday. Peeking again through the rocks I saw him kneel down at the edge of pool with the test kit in his hand and his back slightly to me. He was obviously testing the water chemicals. He stood up and walked over to our pool equipment closet and pulled out the long handled pool sweep, the big brush and hose. As he turned I noticed he was just an average looking guy but was quite tan, obviously from working outside.