That evening, as soon as she had an opportunity, she went looking for Cindy again. She ambushed him on the way from office, stepping out from a darkened alcove. “Hello, Cindy,” she purred, her gloriously nude form advancing wickedly on the helpless cross-dresser. She pushed him up against the stone wall and kissed him, hard and wet and deep, grinding her body against his until they were both breathless.
“Please...I’m not supposed to...” he pleaded.
“Not supposed to?” she mocked. “Not supposed to kiss me? I’ll bet you’re not supposed to make love to me, either, especially in your pretty panties. You are wearing pretty panties, aren’t you? Or is your poor hard c**k all naked and restrained under there? Hmm...let me see.” She slipped her hand under his short, tight skirt. He was wearing pan
