I Understand                by: Darlene LeQueene

 

I was just starting for a new studio. I'm a writer, I write movie scripts or rewrites of movie scripts. I'd gotten the interview for the job the same way most jobs are gotten in Hollywood, through a friend of a friend. The interview went well and a couple days later I got a call confirming the job, as new head writer was mine. However with the volume of work they expected they'd also hired a woman. There thinking was to get writing from both perspectives and come up with a hybrid that was even better. I didn't mind sharing the title as long as the salary was there. And believe me it was. I was already making very good money and this was a considerable raise.

On Monday the first day of work at the new job I met my new co-head writer. She was attractive but nothing to write home about, slightly, very slightly overweight, but she had a charming style and she was always very direct, she just let her ideas flow. We had a staff of about five assistants' writers and researchers. I was turning out to be a very pleasant work atmosphere, and apparently our initial efforts were receiving great praising and very good success.

At the closing of our first month we had just completed a big job and apparently the studio was very pleased with the results. To celebrate our glorious union and obviously great results my new co-head writer Gina suggested we have a nice big long lunch out and take the rest of the afternoon off. I agreed, I guess we deserved it.

In her usual direct method we were no sooner seated then she said, "So, Dave how come you don't have any girlfriend or anything?" "I mean you've never talked about anybody or anything." I tried to sidestep her by saying, "Well neither have you mentioned anybody." "Yes, but you're avoiding the first question." We talked for hours and traded personal information, but every time it came to girl-boy stuff and sidestepped her or changed the topic. She wasn't dumb however and she realized it was going to take a lot more prying to get anything out of me.

We were on our fourth dinner date when she asked in her usual direct style why I hadn't tried to fuck her yet. I tried to make nothing of it and move on, but tonight she wasn't biting her questions continued on and on to cover my nervousness I guess I started to drink a bit too much. This was a bad decision because as we all know alcohol lets you lose your inhibitions and before I knew it I was responding to one of her many questions with a direct answer. "I can't tell you why" "Why not", she said. "Well for one thing, it could ruin my perfect new job, and then if I told you what the answer is to a lot of your questions, you'd probably never want to speak to me again, never mind date me."

"That's not true", she said, "You know I'm a very understanding person". "Let's see, it's because you have a criminal record in your past and your hiding it." "No", I replied, "Perish the thought." "Someone in your family is a criminal?" "No", I replied. "Your girlfriend left you for another girl a lesbian?" I had to laugh at that one. "No", I Replied. "Well I'm not that great, but I'm certain I'm slightly attractive and knowing men they'd never pass up a free fuck of any kind, so maybe you're gay?" "No", I replied laughing. But it became a point of honor with her she just wouldn't let it go. "You're this, you're that, she tried every theory she could think of. All of which I just politely answered no." "You wear women's clothes?", I hesitated and thought for a minute and then said, no. Her expression changed and she studied my face intently. "You're lying", she said. "No I'm not", I replied. "Yes you are, you answered the other questions quickly, but hesitated like you were thinking up a reply for that one. "It's true isn't it?"

Can't you give this a rest Gina, "No Dave I can't, I want to know, It's true isn't it?" In my drunken stupor I find myself saying, "OK, OK, yes it's true. "Ha, I knew I was right", she said. "So what are you going to do now, run back to the office and tell everyone", I said. "Of course not", she replied, " You're secret's safe, I'll never tell a soul." Yea, you say that now, but the first time you get pissed at me you'll say something." "Dave, honey I'm hurt, I'm not that way I don't do thing like that, believe me I would never say anything no matter what. She sounded very sincere and I was beginning to trust her.

"So I guess this is my last date, hea", I asked. "Oh no, to the contrary, now you're getting really interesting. I had to laugh at that one; maybe she really wasn't going to turn me in, as it were. But now that the floodgates were open instead of asking fewer questions, she renewed her question attack with even more questions. "You go out dressed like a woman?" I said, "No", You are homosexual and you lied before, "No" "Well you say you dress up like a woman, but you keep answering no to everything, what is it exactly that you do?"

"Well I just sort of stay at home and dress up and do a lot of slutty make-up, things like that." Now she started laughing, I think the drinks were beginning to affect her too. "Go ahead make fun of me." "No, no you misunderstand", she said between a few subsiding laughs. As you can tell I don't really dress up very much for the office, and even though I've gotten many invitations I don't really care for the Hollywood party scene and being pawed over. I'm a very conservative girl from a very conservative family. I sort of like the suburban yuppie couple routine. However sometimes when I'm home alone and no one is around and no one is expected I like to dress up and makeup like a trashy little tramp. "You're kidding", I said. "Now why would I kid about something like that", she said. "That's why I thought it was so funny, you're at home dressing up like a slut and I'm at home alone dressing up like a slut, you've got to admit it's funny."

"Yes but it's different for you, you're a girl." "No it's not", she said. "I can't go out of the house dressed like that anymore than you can." "Yes, but you they'd just think were a little weird, while me they'd probably arrest, and then I'd get fired." "Well I guess you about that", she said. So I guess we'll just have to keep one another's secrets!"

We left the restaurant and headed home, but no sooner were we back to my place than the questions started again. "Let's see your clothes and things", she said. I tried to get out of it but there was no stopping her now. I showed her my clothes and jewelry and stuff. "I thought you said you liked dressing like a whore", she said. "Yea, I do." "Well honey these are pretty frumpy for a whore. I've got better stuff then this." That caused us both to laugh for a while. "Well I never really bought things, it was just no fun, dressing up alone. "I Understand", she said. "I feel the same way."

I told her I'd seen pictures in my magazines that were great, but that I'd never really purchased anything like that before. Her ears perked up at the word magazines. "Well break 'em out honey let's see what you've got." "You're sure about this", I asked? "Oh yea, bring 'em on, but how about some wine first." I got a bottle of wine out of the fridge and poured her a glass and then went off to fetch my massive TV magazine collection.

She poured over them, examining every picture and passing comments, and asking me which I liked and didn't like. She asked questions about the action type shots and asked if I like doing that sort of thing. She looked through them all and then looked through them all again. We talked and compared likes and dislikes until she left at 5:00am Sunday morning. I slept through most of Sunday recovering from a hangover from all the drinking we did and just being worn out in general from a trying evening. To tell you the truth I dreaded going back to work on Monday.

But Monday we worked together as if nothing whatsoever had happened. We talked and worked and laughed and lunched but not a word was ever said about what was disclosed on our Saturday night date. It was almost as if she'd wiped it from her mind. She obviously wasn't going to tell anyone or she'd have already done it, but still it made me nervous that she didn't say a word. Then Friday afternoon I asked her if she'd like to go out Saturday night, she said, no she didn't really fancy going out. I was very disappointed; I thought for sure we had hit it off. Ten minutes later she slipped a note to me. I opened it, it read, My place 7:00pm tonight, please be exactly on time, and don't bother wearing anything special we're not going out, we're staying in.

Well this was more like it, while getting dressed Saturday and driving over to her place I envisioned a peaceful night, with lots more of her questions. Of course now I didn't mind the questions anymore since she already knew about me and my favorite topic was slutty clothes and makeup was always pleasant. Nothing could have been further from the truth. When I rang her bell, she didn't answer the door right away. It seemed almost as if see was eyeing me through the peek hole. I guess after she assured herself it was indeed me she opened the door. Nothing in the world could have erased the look of shock on my face when I saw her standing there.

"Welcome to slut world, sweetie!" She was dressed in a leopard mini-skirt and some kind of see-through pink nylon top, you could clearly see her huge black bra through the gauzy transparent nylon, her tits very obviously and dramatically enlarged. She was wearing a huge blonde wig teased into a gigantic 50's bubble style hairdo. She was wearing at least 4 or 5 necklaces, multiple plastic chintzy looking bracelets on her wrists and these huge pink plastic hoop earrings, I've never seen a pink plastic earring that large. She was wearing a pair of 6" black spike high heel pumps, but it was her make up that floored me. A true painted slut face. She wore massive eyeshadow, long thick curled false eyelashes and tons of lady's black liquid eyeliner. Her lips were deep dark red and outlined even darker. Her nails were very long and deep red. She even had a black beauty mark painted on her left cheek just below her eye. To say I was excited is the understatement of the year, my dick was instantly hard. To anybody else she would have looked ridiculous but to me she looked fabulous.

"Well I can see I don't have to ask you if you like my outfit", she said as she gave my crotch a gentle caress. Come in darling, and soon you'll look just like me. Her hand with those long red nails pulled me in and the door closed and locked. That was basically the last sane thing I remember the rest is just a blur.

She ordered me out of my clothes, everything, and proceeded to dress me. First a black satin short corset, like a waist nipper. She pulled and tugged until she taken my waist as far as she dared on a novice. Then black seamed patterned nylons, next a huge black satin and lace bra. The bra was huge, it seemed ridiculous on me. She filled the cups with these massive foam rubber pads. I looked like she had hacked a cut a piece of foam rubber by hand. "I know it's tacky darling, but I couldn't get latex breast inserts in this size quickly enough. They have to be custom ordered, so we'll just have to make do tonight." "Oh, yes did I tell you, you owe me $300.00 dollars for the clothes. I'll split with you but I'm not going to pay for your outfits." Apparently she had purchased all this stuff this week. While she was silent at the office she was busy ordering up all this stuff. I was so mesmerized just looking at her and watching her work that I didn't even bother to reply.

Now with corset, nylons and bra on she seated me in a chair and began to do my makeup. I couldn't see myself of course, but who cared I just stared at her face and makeup while she did mine. Her makeup was very heavy and exotic indeed but it was painstakingly and exquisitely done. She covered my face with foundation, and then powdered everything with lady's loose powder. The smell was intoxicating; it was a naughty, sinful smell. I know it smelled sweet like feminine powder does, but it elicited thoughts of wickedness in me, not sweet.

Next she penciled in new, more feminine eyebrows with maybelline black eyebrow pencil. Then she started with the eye shadows. Multiple colors one fading into the others until my eyes were ablaze with lovely shadows. "Oh, and look what I have for my little slut." "These are perfect for a little whore darling." She produced the biggest thickest pair of lady's false eyelashes I've ever seen. As she glued them to my eyelids she said, "I bought a dozen pair of the thickest longest ones I could find and then I pasted two pair together, an old showgirl trick so my little bitch can have the best false eyelashes possible. The eyelashes felt heavy attached to my lids but I really didn't have time to think about it much because she immediately started applying black eyeliner to my eyes. She painted slowly and carefully obviously enjoying herself. When she was finally done I wanted to see. "No, no my pet, not yet, not until you all dolled up like the whore you should be."

Lastly she worked on my lips outlining then first and I could tell she was overextending them by a lot to give me very big full feminine lips. Then she filled it in with a deep dark red lipstick. Nothing in this world beats the smell and taste of lipstick to make you feel feminine. "Ok, my little dolly, time to get the rest of your clothes on."

She helped me into a red nylon blouse similar to hers except her was pink mine was red but the huge black bra underneath was just as visible. This was followed by a very short red flared skirt. The skirt was tight around the waist but everything else was very loose. I was thinking I would have preferred a skin tight one, but little did I know why it was so loose at that time. "High heel time, baby!" She produced a pair of red 6" spike high heel opera pumps and slipped them onto my nylons clad feet. She ordered me to stand. God it was hard just standing in those shoes never mind talking, the foots and the big tits pushed me forward and I had to concentrate on leaning back and erect to maintain my balance. "Don't worry my little feminine dolly I know it's hard but eventually you'll get used to them."

Next she started gluing on long fake feminine nails. "These are about an inch and a half, love, I'd have preferred a little over 2" but I don't think you're ready to handle them that long yet, we need to break you in first." Once they were all attached and secure she painted with a bright red nail polish. When she was done my hands looked positively sinful. She finished up by putting all my jewelry on me. First a massive red stoned necklace, then all kinds of bracelets, then assorted lady's cocktail rings on my now elongated fingers. Finishing with huge dangling red earrings. "These are one of my favorites, no pierced ears, or clip-ons these screwed on and believe me she screwed them on tight. "Don't want then falling off while we're playing, do we sweetie?"

Last the crowning glory. I thought she would go with a cheap platinum blonde or something like her wig, but no, she produced a huge towering jet-black wig, teased into a massive big black bubble style similar to hers. "Now my little slut is ready to see herself in all her feminine glory." She led me over to the mirror to view my new image. I wobbled along in those outrageous heels. The image in the mirror was something I would never have believed possible for myself. Yes I've seen pictures in magazines like this or on the Internet, but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would look like them or perhaps even surpass them.

In my eyes I was beautiful. Red spike high heels, black patterned nylons, a red skirt so short that almost everything was visible. It was then I noticed she'd never put any panties on me. The tip of my cock was visible if I moved that red skirt. And oh my hands, when I moved that skirt. Dazzling jeweled feminine fingers tipped with long red nails, a tiny waist and huge tits encased in my black satin and lace bra, covered by a silky soft transparent red blouse. The face of a painted little tramp, exotic eye makeup, big long thick false eyelashes and that huge black hairdo. I moved my hand to fluff that hairdo into place in a feminine gesture. The sight of those long red nails and dazzling fingers against that black hairdo were enough to keep me staring for what seemed eternity. However she broke my reverie, saying, "OK, dolly stop admiring yourself it's play time."

She fixed herself a drink, none for me. She placed a variety of lady's accessories on the coffee table and the play begins. First I was ordered to pick up the purse, which she informed me contained by lipstick and compact. I was ordered to place the little red purse over my arm and model like a good little sissy for her. I placed the purse over my arm and wobbled around the room in those 6" spikes. She continually issued instructions, Hold it this way, move your hands this way, pull your elbows and arms in that way, one foot in front of the other. I tried to comply with all of her instructions. Soon she had me mincing and swishing daintily about her living room like a little sissy, my ass wiggling, my hips swaying, tottering along in my lady's high heels.

"Oh honey, you look ssoooo cute wiggling about in your heels carrying your purse like a dainty little girl, aren’t you adorable." The image I saw in the mirror every time I passed it was in conflict, sort of opposites. The heavy makeup and big tits and high heels depicted a slutty whorey woman, the swishing skirt, mincing steps and tiny red purse indicated a homosexual sissy. My cock was rock hard and obviously sticking out of that short skirt from time to time now. It wasn't lost on her either, several times she made me hold the sides of my skirt out and up in a little mock curtsy completely exposing myself, my excitement was evident.

The purse was soon replaced with a long red nylon scarf that I had to wave daintily or hold out in a limp wrist type pose. The limp dainty wrist and the way she made me wave the scarf about where obviously made to look very homosexual. I started to protest at the way she was posing me. "Oh, come on honey I've seen all your magazines, I listened to all the things you said, it's easy to read between the lines, it's obvious you'd love to be acting like that, you just needed a big bad dominant slut like me to make you do it." I started to protest again, but then thought better of it. She had read between the lines and all the questions she'd asked about the magazines were true, wicked dominant ladies, forcing men into a feminine role, forcing them to be ultra feminine and eventually fulfill their feminine destiny. These were the stories and action depicted scenes that excited me the most. Oh sure I had TV magazines, just showing drag queens ay glittering balls, Transgendered magazines showing cross dressers out and about as ladies. But she was right it was the ones of dominant ladies forcing their husbands, clients, or boyfriends to assume the feminine submissive role that sent me over the top.

So I sort of gave in and released that long hidden desire to actually act like a swishy homosexual fairy. I wobbled about in my spike high heels daintily waving my scarf for her in a very homosexual fairy manner. She noticed the change and improvement in my performance too. "Oh yes, that's it sweetie, show me what a little girlie you are." "Now let's hear you talk like a little swishy fairy, darling." "Say oh Miss Gina, I feel so aaddorraabblle, stretch it out darling." "Come on you can do it." So I complied, "Oh Miss Gina I feel so aaddorraabblle." "Oh yes, that much better, now with a higher pitched voice." " Oh Miss Gina I feel so aaddorraabblle." "Excellent darling now let's put it all together. Mince about in your dainty heels, waving your scarf and saying, Oh Miss Gina I feel so aaddorraabblle." " Oh Miss Gina I feel so aaddorraabblle.". "Oh wonderful darling you're really getting the hang of it, but one last thing my little sissy girl instead of "Miss Gina" say Mommie." Calling someone dressed and made up like her a Mommie was weird, but I was more than willing at this point to let her be the dom and me the sub being lead wherever it took me so I said, " Oh Mommie I feel so aaddorraabblle." "Good girl, again." Oh Mommie I feel so aaddorraabblle." "Wonderful darling, now you're ready to be my little painted sissy whore."

"Of course being a naughty little sissy boy dressed like a girl, I know how much you want to actually FEEL like a girl and while the clothes and makeup help you to feel girlish I know a naughty little sissy like you wants to really FEEL that girlishness." "But not to worry darling, that's what your slutty little mother is here for, like Mother like daughter, I know you want to be a little slut just my Mommie and Mommie is now going to start your training."

She got off the couch and went and got a large hallway type mirror. She propped this on the back cushion of the couch and then had me kneel on the floor in front of the couch with my elbows resting on the seat cushion of the couch staring at my made up face and huge black hairdo in the mirror. She adjusted it and me until she was satisfied with my position and that I could see myself well. Now Mommy's going to train you to be a real slut. I knew what she was going to do and I started to tense up. She smacked my ass several times with her long red nails. "Relax little girl, this won't hurt it's only a little butt plug, stop being such a sissy." She laughed at her own joke and slid the lubricated butt plug into my ass. "It hurt only for a second and then it was in and my muscles closed around it. "Very good darling, now just like a little slut you've got a cock up your ass." She came around to the front and placed a big long dildo in my hands. "Hold it Sweetie, wrap those long red nails around it." She repositioned my hands several times until she was satisfied with the way I was holding it.

"Now whore, suck that cock like the slut you are!" Went I didn't put it in my mouth right away her hand came down slapping me hard. "Suck that dick you little cunt", now the blows came raining down as she spanked my ass hard. This time I quickly complied. I slid the big long dick into my red lipsticked mouth. "That's right you fuckin' bitch suck that dick for Mommie." She continued to spank me and issue instructions. "That's right slut look at yourself in the mirror while you suck that nice big dick." Slap, slap. "Look at your red lipstick all over that cock you little whore." Slap, slap. "Suck it nice and slow tramp, wrap those red lips around that dick you cheap bitch." Slap, slap.

The sight of me sucking cock in the mirror, my exotically made up face, my big black hairdo, my red dangling earrings bouncing against my powdered and blushed cheeks as I sucked cock with my red lipsticked lips, the butt plug up my ass and the night's teasing were more than my dick could take and my own cock exploded in a shattering orgasm that was so intense I thought I might collapse. "Oh, Oh, a little accident honey, I didn't even touch you yet." I smiled sheepishly at her. "Well that was certainly fun, but I can see we're going to have to put a towel or something over the couch if we do that again, she laughed." "I never even got around to giving you a blow job." "Your slutty little Mama was going to slut your cock after that, oh well better luck next time." "I'm really sorry Gina, I didn't really expect that to happen, but it was so intense that I just couldn't control myself." "Was it really that good?" "Oh yes, that was probably we most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life." "Well, I guess that's what really counts, I'm so happy you were pleased." "Pleased!", I said, "that's certainly an understatement." She seemed very happy that her performance was appreciated. I apologized again and apologized for doing nothing to please her. "Oh, we'll get around to that", she said. "Right now tonight I just wanted to see if I had figured you out correctly and if I could do the session, but enough little slut, clean up time!"

She made me fold and store everything neatly. "These are expensive items sweetie and girls take care of their things, unlike men who just throw things around." The butt plug was removed and tossed in the bathroom sink. She used cold cream to remove all my makeup and then made me remove hers the same way. I was ordered to clean my little toy with the bathroom sink first with lots of soap and hot water and wipe it down with alcohol she gave me. She then placed in back in a little box. I washed my face again to remove the last traces of makeup while she went and got us drinks. We sat in the living room sipping our drinks while she talked to me.

"OK, darling here's the deal. I liked doing this and I can assume from the explosive orgasm you had that you liked doing it." "I'll be your girlfriend and we can do this anytime you like, but there's a few rules." "First I only did this type of thing in private, no public exhibitions, no going out dressed, nothing permanent, like breast implants or operations or anything thing like that." "I love playing slut games with you, but I want you to act just like a normal man with a normal girlfriend at all other times." "This is between you and me, no one else at all, at any time, unless I say it's alright." "I will admit that I've had some fantasies about doing another woman in some fashion and Although you'll probably deny it, I think you've had fantasies about doing another TV or sissy and when the time is right and I approve we may just do that, but you don't do anything sexual with another woman and I don't do anything sexual with another man." "Those are my rules, if you want, and can adhere to them then I guess we have a new relationship. "If you can't you'd better tell me now."

"No that's perfect for me I never wanted to run around dressed up or anything, just like you I just like playing the sex games." Back at the office it was just like the night I told her, nothing was mentioned nothing was said we continued on as if nothing had ever happen. We went to the movies, went out to dinner and visited friends, did all the normal things a couple does when they're dating. Word was soon around the office that we were and item and everybody wished us well, our work if anything improved even more and we both felt very secure in our jobs. If only they know what we did on weekends!!!

A couple of weeks later we decided on a really sissyish outfit. I was dressed in black seamed nylons, black lace garter belt and a black lace bra. My breasts were made to look large, but not nearly as large as before for my slutty clothes these were perhaps a D cup. My makeup was heavy my normal standard but only medium by our standards, and it was not exotic or anything just a girl with a little more makeup than usual. She inserted by usual butt plug before she had me step into a black silk dress with little pink flowers on it. The dress was so smooth and silky it felt so luxurious. Long almost to the shoulder lady's pink evening gloves were added. Instead of a wig she placed a black satin lady's turban on my head and tugged it into place until everything was covered. The black turban had a big pink ruffled chiffon material decoration in the front, sort of a cross between a pom-pom and a flower, overly girlish.

She placed a multi strand necklace of pearls around my neck and added several multirow almost gauntlet style rhinestone bracelets to my gloved wrists. With the turban on my head pulled tightly down only the tip of my earlobes showed, to this she added long dangling pearl and diamond earrings. With no hair to block or stop them, they swayed gently against my powdered cheeks with even the slightest movement. The earrings white dazzling brilliance in deep contrast to the black satin turban. 5" spike high heel pumps were the last touch. She pronounced we ready for playtime.

Viewing myself in the mirror I looked like some 1920's glamour queen or movie starlet it was a very retro glamorous look. Her goal today it seemed was to improve my sissyish performance. The emphasis was more on my actions then my clothes or makeup, or to be sure I was dressed for the part but it seemed she was looking for a very convincing performance most of all.

She started with the usual accessories. First an over the arm dainty little black handbag, I was made to model with it in a dainty mincing swishing manner. Sometimes over my arms some times held in my hand from it's small strap. I was almost my to talk in a manner befitting the clothes and role. As I swished and mincing my way across the room daintily holding my purse, my other pink gloved hand held out she made me say things like "Oh my darling, I feel so glamorous today", or "My dearest isn't this outfit so chic", or "My love, isn't this outfit is so darling, couldn't you just die." Of course all of these had to be said in my best sissyish, girlish voice.

The handbag was some replaced with a pink nylon scarf and it was back to my mincing, swishing homosexual scarf waving routine. As I minced about in my lady's high heels daintily waving my pink nylon scarf I was ordered to say things like, "Yo ho, boys, wouldn't you like me to suck your cock with my pretty red lipsticked lips", or "Oh I feel so girlish, wouldn't somebody like to fuck me." She took great delight in dreaming up humiliating things for me to say while I paraded around in my ultra girlish attire. If my performance was lacking or I didn't say it just right to please her I was made to repeat it again and again until she was satisfied that I sounded just like, and moved just like, and looked just like, a little swishy fairy. The last accessory was a long black lady's cigarette holder. I had to hold it daintily in my pink-gloved hand just perfect and parade around like a glamorous movie star making all my humiliating statements.

This time she made good on her blowjob promise, but of course as always there was a catch. I had to stand in front of the mirror with a fresh cigarette in my long lady's holder while I oohed, and ahhed over everything. "Ooohh mistress I feel so girlie, Oooh, ahh, while trying to look glamorous smoking from my long holder. Of course it didn't take long before I was cumming in her lipsticked mouth. When I had recovered I was order to go down on her like a good little sissy. Soon my pretty red lipsticked lips were licking her pussy for all they were worth while she climaxed several times.

Was the weeks rolled by she dressed me in every imaginable role but at the office and out with friends we were like any normal couple. It was almost as if we were both schizophrenic. We had one personality in public and a completely, totally different one at home. Not that I objected we both seemed to need that stable life, with a good job and family ties and everyday friends. Then we could be our girlish slutty selves on weekends.

Lately she's been searching the internet for a suitable sissy companion for me to play with. She says she won't force me, but she'd like to do something with two little sissy girls or sissy sluts servicing each other while she makes the two of us perform. She knows I'm dying to try it but I'm just afraid, soon she'll find the perfect girlie for me to play with and I guess if not homosexual at least I'll be bi-sexual. Of course I'm looking for another lesbian whose into makeup like her and I'd like the see these women dildo each other, so true to our promise. I never do anything with another woman and each never does anything with another man, of course we're really stretching the limits on the other part. Two weeks later I asked her to marry me. To my intense pleasure she agreed. When we said our wedding vows we didn't say "I Do" we each said "I Understand".

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