I wear my dad’s old trench coat, not wanting to be exposed out in the public as the sissy crossdresser that I am. My heart pounds as I stand outside your average-built size house. A teacher’s salary money at sufficient work. My knees are weak in the white knee-high stockings not knowing what was in store for me. I knock on your door waiting to be greeted by Mr. Steen. The loud sounds of ha roar go across town as the high school team faces over rivals. The extra fireworks exploding did not help my stomach obtain calmness.
“Ohh hey there, just in time very good, why don’t you come on in,” Mr. Steen says wearing a t-shirt supporting a local business. He let you step inside, already looking me over almost stripping me with his eyes. My teacher’s older body is still in great shape for someone his age.
I step in with a rush of surprise by this entire situation, Mr. Steen’s eyes making me feel ten times as apprehensive when I tramp into Mr. Steen’s house. “My mom knows I’m here,” I say trying to create an out. The little skirt flows nicely around my little round booty. My little cock and booty are covered in my sister’s stolen white lacy g string as I sit on his couch.