The Clothes Make the Woman Part 2
The clothes make the woman, part 2 I lay there for the longest time, shouting with a voice that lost itself in the pure ecstasy of uttermost womanhood. It didn't matter that the voice wasn't mine. I owned every single sensation that struck me, and worst of all, a part of me craved for more. That is, until that part of me called reason gradually kicked in, and reminded me that I was still a male, albeit in a mature woman's body. Luckily for me I still had my head. And what logic was...