I started undressing to get into my own clothes shaking so much that all Icould do was fumble like I had eleven thumbs on each hand.He saw that all I ...wore under them was my boxers and a tee shirt. I startedto explain but he shushed me."Calm down Pete. Do you think you are the first boy to try on girlsclothes? I used to do it myself." Do you mean it?" I asked half sobbing."Sure I do. I haven't done it in a few years but I was pretty good. I hadsome of my own clothes and I made a pretty good. She had never felt this way when her husband Bill kissed her. His kisses were bland and boring, but Brad's were electric. His lips pressed against hers with extraordinary sensitivity, his tongue teased her with its thrusts and explorations, his hands roamed her body and set her on fire with every touch.It was like he was switching on some part of her she didn't know existed. She had never felt this excited before, like there were nerves inside her that were coming alive for the first time. Brad. Maybe he was just the most convenient target; maybe anything that set me off kilter would have caused this. But I couldn't shake it: there was something about him.So I dressed in my most revealing business clothes, and went to work. I don't want to say much about it, it was Hell just like always. The only thing that got me through the stupid meetings and tasks of the morning was thinking about him, being at the restaurant today. I didn't allow myself to consider the most likely prospect: that. . What do you want?". I said, biting my lower lip.He pushed his pants down and a massive black cock flopped out. Still biting my lip and looking up at him, I dropped to my knees and sucked on the thick head.I could feel it growing in my mouth. It might be at least eleven inches long."That feels good, babe, why don't you stand up and turn that ass around?"I got up and turned around. I slipped my pants down over my round ass and down to my ankles. The black guy walked over, making me bend over,.