First Times a Charm... My 1st love.

First Times a Charm... My 1st love.It was late August 2002. I was 21, and looking for a room to rent getting out of Baltimore to broaden my horizons. I wanted to start fresh with maybe some new friends, and seek new ambitions. My folks had split up, after a nasty divorce, so I had to get my head clear. I was an only c***d, and was very close to them except now I seemed to be estranged to the both of them. So, after picking up the Sun paper, I browsed the "shared housing" section. I called, and talked to a few people. Some for one reason or another didn't really fit my fancy. One woman I talked to had a whole laundry list of restrictions including a curfew. I responded to an ad for a country home in Mt Airy. After calling, and speaking with a lively, friendly old fella.. I learned he was a manager of a credit union in Baltimore, and owns an estate on an old farm! He is just really looking for a room mate to add life to the place, and for company. Fine with me. So, we set up a time. I worked in a place called Columbia. It was an equal commute, save for less traffic and more highway time. The house was spacious. It was a very large rancher about a quarter mile off rural road 27. 5 bedrooms to be exact, and seperate three car garage filled with just "stuff". The inside definately looked like a bachelor pad. Nothing fancy, and he was somewhat of a pack rat. He was very jovial, talkative, and friendly. He gave me a tour, offered me a beer, and showed me all around. He had a library porn collection. He seemed very proud of it. I had also learned he had never been married, so he was also a life bachelor. He was 61, tall and thin. Wore glasses, and bald with a mustach. His motto was "women, you can't live with 'em, and you can't live without 'em". He also went on to tell me how all his friends had lost all they worked hard for. I felt comfortable so we talked about house rules, and monthly rate. We both agreed, and shook hands. A couple of months go by, and we got along very well. Shared stories bullshitting late, and became pretty good pals. I started noticing him disappearing to one bedroom that was his office or "computer room".. He kept it locked all the time. I was really curious, so I started listening, and paying more attention. He would go in for 2-4 hours a night, and was pretty sure he was masturbating. I don't just assume things like that of people, but I heard him pant and groan. On a Monday while türbanlı bayburt escort he was at work, I was off. I went through his keys, and tried them. They didn't work. So I looked through the kitchen drawers and found a lone door key, so I tried it, and viola! It worked! I walked in, and looked around. More porn. Lotion on the desk, and dried cum on the carpet. I giggled a little bit. I glanced through the magazines. Normal penthouse, leg world, juggs, etc. Now, the DVDs, and VHS vids were different. These were majority TS/TG/CD. My heart hit the floor. My adrenaline raced. I've been crossdressing since I was twelve. I have deeply wanted to belong to a man since puberty. I was so turned on I was shaking. I have a wardrobe of women's clothes in my storage unit that I've collected from thrift stores every year around Halloween. OMG!!! What am I going to do? I started thinking of him this way, now I admit he's very cute! OMG! If I say something to him, he'll know I've snooped! Wait! I ran to the rest of the porn stuff in his living room, in the video cassette rack, and saw! A few transgender videos! Yes! Now I know he won't suspect me of snooping. I called work, marked off for tomorrow, and went to my storage unit with a trash bag. I picked out a matching brown maxi skirt,