Crossdressing I enjoy watching woman. As a woman walks, I pay attention how the skirt or dress flows with her body. I watch if the blouse caresses her breasts or flows with them. I watch for mannerism such as how a woman tosses her hair to the side, how she stands in heels, or retrieves something from her purse. A woman is not a sex object, but a partner with you through life. Man and woman compliment each other. I am fortunate that women in my life have treated me to be submissive to their needs and desires. A lady has to be treated with respect. A woman must not be abused either physically or verbally. Also, women deserve the same rights and treatment as other individuals. A woman's body is a work of art. Her face is the first feature to get your attention. Does your eyes, nose, mouth meet a criteria that makes her a beautiful woman or have you heard her speak and enjoy her voice? If you have heard her speak, is her language usage pleasant to you? Her breasts start her sensual curves to a narrow waist then flaring hips down to shapely legs. Also, the woman has the ability to care a baby inside her and then bring life into the world. My wife and I have been involved in various sexual actives from swinging to her impromptu stripping in bars. She has been involved in bondage and cum walks. She had done nude modeling for various photographers. My mother started dressing me at an early age. She dressed me in panties, bras, slips, (both full and half). I wore garter belts and stockings. I recall vividly my mother tying a pink ribbon with a bow around my neck and another ribbon with bow around my penis. Dressed in lingerie, we cleaned, polished, vacuumed, washed clothes and did the dishes. Our arrangement continued even when I entered high school. Mother’s sister would come over and dress in lingerie with us. The sister had larger breasts than my mother and I was fixated by the by the size of her breasts. On occasions, the sister helped to tie the pink ribbon with bow around my neck and my penis. I remember loving the special attention to detail that she gave me. During the hot summers, both my mother and her sister removed their bras. I was amazed with the beauty of their breasts. As I said, my aunt’s breasts were much larger than my mother’s breasts. While seated to take a break and visit, my aunt would place her hand on the outside of my slip and panty, but over my clit. She would rub across my clit until dampness occurred in my panty and slip. I felt humiliated that something had happened, but enjoyed the feeling. Later, I learned that I had climaxed. Although my mother seemed to disprove, she did permit my aunt to continue. When I needed a babysitter, my aunt was elected. When my parents left, she told me to get dressed in my lingerie. When I came back into the room, she was braless and wearing a half-slip, panty, garter belt, stockings and a high heels. My aunt taught me to dance. I learned that a woman could rub her body against a male and cause the male to have an erection. My aunt taught me the pleasure a woman could provide with her hand or her mouth. I learned how to pleasure my aunt with cunnilingus. Eventually, my aunt got my mother involved. I truly loved the attention from my aunt and mother. I believe they enjoyed me pleasuring them. Today, it would be called c***d abuse. At that time, I enjoyed it and I was a willing participant. I loved every time of it.