Matins dans le brouillard 2

It's not easy being a crossdresser. Not even in the fog. it was so dense that you couldn't see far. in a skirt - pantyhose - blouse and boots I made my way to the canal. I wanted to take photos there on the pier. But then I got startled. Somewhere someone was sneaking around and then came the awakening. A small red car stopped not far from my stairs. Had I now been discovered in this great lonely place? What was the vehicle doing here? It was a strange feeling in the fog - without panties in nylon under the mini skirt. The car drove on and I gathered all my courage and went back to my dock. The air was wonderful and the fog was cool. I made a hole in my pantyhose to be able to touch my penis better. The little tail was happy when I started jerking him off. he got stiff and he enjoyed the squirting of his juice. The semen came pulsing out of his little hole on the glans and even landed on my boots. Grin oops the car came back. Damn