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Pleasure with crossdresser part 1Hi everyone, am back again. Was happy to see that, my first story had received such good reception. Thank you!!!! I will continue sharing my unique experiences. After going to the shemale, this gave me a lot of ideas and increased my options for finding pleasure. anyways,i will cut the chase and jump into action because, this is a long story. I went to a gay bar in my area, to find some shemale. Some shemales give lap dances there. had couple of drinks, looked around. all of them were taken. some gays were staring at me. am not a shy one. spoke to them and made it clear , was checking out for shemales. headed out into cool breeze and was on my bike, when a guy asked for a drop to a nearby place. i could make out he was a gay with long cheekbones and slender white arms. i asked him to hop on and drove him. he was admirng my body through the drive and asked what my fantasies were and so so. i told him few experiences and were talking. out of no where, it started raining on the way, and had to stop. he said, his place was nearby and bahis firmaları asked me to drive. i am not comfortable going out with strangers on first talk. he sensed my irritation and said, there was no way, he could overpower me and he was being nice. I told him straight up, dude, am ready to be a friend, but there is no way will sleep with you, unless he was a girl. he said, ” buddy, i knew you the first time, i looked at you in the bar. Now please take me home. getting drenched makes me horny and will not do anything aganist your approval. he was clearly indicating, he wanted to have sex. anyways, wanted to move rather than struck in a place and arguing with him. drove to his place. he was in a nice clean flat. went inside with him. he was all shivering and white and ran to his bedroom. later, he bought me towel to dry my self. i had no idea why i drove a bike that day and my clothes were wet and i started removing my shirt. he was already in a bathrobe and bought readymade burgers heated in an oven, and gave me a bathrobe as well. how can i be harsh to a kaçak iddaa guy who is this nice. i took it. he asked me to go to his brother’s room after eating and asked to use the bathroom. i followed his word to letter and went to the bedroom. he went to his room. i removed my trousers and saw even my mickers were wet. i removed them, wore a bathrobe, hung up myclothes in washroom and washed my face and went back to the dining hall . he had still not come out from his room. I knocked and he asked me to make myself comfortable and he will be back in few min. I was surprised, and anyways, I was not wearing any clothes other than a bathrobe. so, i went back to the room to watch soccer.i did not realise time had passed through, as the game was intresting. I received a text on phone and suddenly realized, I was in someone else’s house. i went to the guys room. the door was open. i knocked and he said, come in. I looked inside and my jaw dropped. There was a girl sitting instead of a man and was applying make up. i shook my head like a dog unable to beleive myself. she kaçak bahis looked at me with long battling eyelashes and gave a tinkling laugh. she said, “I knew you would come around” and asked, ” how do I look”? I blurted out gorgeous and said how? she laughed again, and said, everybody likes a praise. she came towards me and whispered in my ear” now, do I have your approval”, and came to kiss me. I smooched those beautiful lips and she broke up and gazed at me. I looked at her again. she was the same guy, who had spiked her hair with eyebrows and had worn cheek rouge. Her eyes were adorned with golden eyeliner and golden color on her eyelids. her lips were more pink with shiny gloss kind of a thing. she was wearing a bra in pink and thin slender arms with nails in blood red. previously, the guy did not have boobs. I was sure of that. so, this must have been bra giving the look of boobs. her navel was amazing extending her hips, with a chain hanging on her extra mini denim shorts. her thin white legs were without any hair with again blood red nails. she looked at me checking her out with a sparkle in her eyes and the beautiful dimple smile on her lips.seriously, typing is so much is so difficult. I will continue the sensual story in part 2. wait for it, it is thrilling and sexy.
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