My wife was trying to come to grips with the realization that I cross dressed, with marginal success. Part of her plan was for me to meet in the Twin Cities with other CDs so I could have a ‘safe’ place to dress up, away from our small town. To be safe, I was to drive up, change clothes there, meet with my friends and then change again for the drive home. A good plan … a safe plan … but not one I particularly liked (so I changed it a bit!) Kim was a mutual friend who lived in town. Although she had been married and had two daughters, she professed to be a lesbian. Even though she and her lover had just broken up, my wife felt safe with Kim and I talking about my dressing up and just girly things in general and Escort Beşevler it was Kim whom I came to with my plan. I asked if I could change at her house so I could drive to and from the meeting in drag. She thought it was a wonderful idea! Saturday night came and I arrived at Kim’s with all my things. After I changed clothes Kim sat me down in the kitchen. While we talked she did my make-up and fixed my wig. I felt so alive, so sexy. I’d picked black lace panties and bra, stockings and suspender belt underneath a lavender knit shift with a matching cardigan. While fairly conservative in style, the dress clung nicely and showed off my new 36C breast forms. Under the dress Escort Çankaya a silky black slip caressed my skin and with my long red haired wig, I walked out of Kim’s as Samantha and feeling VERY sexy! The meeting was fun and afterward we went out to a TG friendly bar for a few drinks before all heading home again. I was flying high on a mega-dose of femininity (and a bit of alcohol) and dearly wanted to share this high with Kim. She had told me when I’d left just to let myself in as she would probably be asleep. When I reached her house I went in trying to be very quiet. She was asleep in a chair next to the door but woke when I closed the door behind me. “How did it go? Tell Cebeci escort bayan me all about it,” she said sleepily. I knelt at her feet as ladylike as I could and recounted the evening. The excitement in my voice was overflowing. She sat smiling, listening, admiring. “Samantha, you make a beautiful woman.” Kim leaned forward to kiss me, at first just lightly but when she tasted my lipstick she leaned forward again and kissed me again … long and full and deeply … and as she leaned forward her nightgown fell open and she reached out to cup one of my breasts. “They feel so real,” she whispered. I reached out and cupped one of her breasts, large and heavy in my hands and she gasped. “I’ve been thinking about how gorgeous you looked every since you left. I am SO wet!” I lifted her nightgown, pushing it up her legs. She lifted her hips to let it slide past her hips, wide curvaceous hips with a dark patch of pubic hair between her widening legs. I knelt there between her legs and kissed my way up her thighs.