1. Life is full of little surprises (part 1)


    Date: 4/29/2016, Categories: Anal, Fetish, Author: spankbuoy, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    clothes, it was a way of keeping something of her close to me. As time went by and my pain reduced I started to look at her things in a different way. I put her panties on, then tights, then bras and finally one day put on a dress. And I masturbated in her clothes, watching my cum jerk up and fall onto her things. Sex after death. Except it was no longer about her, it was all about my desire, my need to feminise, to become a cross dresser. I found websites where other men like myself expressed their fantasies, I posted pictures and found many new on-line friends. There was one thing missing – I wanted to experience sex as a woman would – but living in a small isolated community has its disadvantages. There were no on-line friends near to me. My cross-dressing became bolder, I started to go out at night dressed up to the nines with the sexiest lingerie, in the sexiest dresses, skirts and blouses in my collection. I bought wigs and my skill with make-up improved so much I could almost pass as a woman. I didn't want to meet anyone I knew, if I saw another person walking towards me I always crossed the road or turned a corner and kept my eyes down. One night I was walking along my street, just a few houses from home and completely ...
    relaxed, too relaxed. Perhaps it was the rain, I had gone out in the dry but as I came home it started to rain, so I put up my umbrella. Head down, mind in neutral, I didn't hear or see the shadowy figure walking out of a driveway as I passed, all I felt was a huge bump as we collided and the pain of the tarmac scr****g across my palm as I hit the ground. I lay there whimpering for a few seconds, then raised myself to a sitting position. With horror I saw my wig lying on the ground next to my broken brolly. I turned and saw a pair of men's shoes, and let my gaze pass up his legs until I could see his face. Rainwater was coursing down my face, I knew I was an awful sight – a bloke in a dress with mascara streaks over my cheeks. My horror was multiplied when I saw it was Scott 'the cuckold'. He reached down to me with one hand, I grabbed it and he pulled me up onto my feet. I knew he recognised me and so I waited for the sarcastic joke that was his wont. Instead he bent down, picked up my wig and brolly, then gently took my hand and led me down the adjacent drive – but this wasn't his house. We stood under the porch, he rang the bell and I heard someone coming along the hallway inside. The door started to open …... (to be continued in part 2)
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