...just glad.."Marc reached out and put his hand on the back of LeRoy's neck and pulledhim close. Marc didn't know of a time when he had kissed one of...hisformer girlfriends without her having lipstick on. It felt muchdifferent kissing LeRoy while he was wearing it. His friend didn't evenhesitate, like it was a natural way for them to end their talk. LeRoy'slips were different than any of the girls Marc had kissed. Stronger,heavier with a slight taste of an unknown spice to them. Both young. When she left I went home and masturbated 3 times to the shots I had taken. She was becoming an obsession. I knew I had to have her one way or another. I saw her at the park around the same time and every day I watched her from a distance. She always wore sexy outfits, usually a short skirt but sometimes little shorts that showed off her round perfect ass. I couldn't get enough of her. I knew I had to have her, I couldn't help myself. I followed her home from a distance to see where she lived. I still fantasised about being a submissive sissy though and soon found that the only time I could achieve an erection was when I dreamt about being forced into being a sissy.The more I thought about it the stronger these feeling's became and I started to really develop my fantasy.I created an account on xhamster and started to pursue my dream.It wasn't long before I made contact with someone who lived miles away from me and I thought nothing would happen. I gave him my email address and. "IT'S BEEN AWHILE, POLICEWOMAN?" the prostitute told Tanya. Pausing for a moment, the policewoman toyed with the collar of her uniform blouse as she listened intently to the woman... "EIGHTEEN MONTHS OR SO?" Cindy queried. Tanya moved closer to the cell-door. Cindy reached between the steel bars. She caressed the front of Tanya's uniform blouse with her fingertips. "... YOU STILL OWE ME, CONSTABLE MARGARSON - DON'T YOU?" PLEASE," Tanya whispered, "I'M STILL 'ON DUTY' AND IN UNIFORM, CINDY!".