She looked at me and smiled."Let's go in and eat," Pat said.Pat took hold of Dave's arm and walked him to the dining room."Dave, why don't you give Pa... a kiss," I said.They looked at each other and then kissed, but quickly parted."Now with a bit of feeling," I said.They kissed again, but this time much longer and with some passion, they put their arms around each other and Dave slid his hands down Pat's body until he reached her bottom. When they broke off, they both looked at me, presumably to. I looked down on her, and told her.“You will be in no fit state for intelligent conversation if that pussy of yours isn’t dealt with. You may cum after I do, but only if you can do it before I finish," I told her. I swear one of the butch lesbians just about choked on her canape as my pet spread her legs towards the crowd and began working her clit as if it was a bomb to be disarmed to save the world.Honestly, I needed the bar stool as my legs were a problem as the shocks of my pending. The fact that they all began to converse and drink wine together, as if sitting together in the nude was the most natural thing in the world, somehow only added to the strangeness of it all for her. Stranger still was the (albeit understandable) non-acknowledgement of Tristan's swimsuit and his apparent reluctance to join in.Despite her initial reservations about public nudity and a clothing-optional beach, especially with family, over the course of the afternoon and after enough wine, her. Then Iwas putting on those heels back on.I wondered would I look like a girl? I was always getting mocked outbecause of my size. I have to admit once in a while I thought I wouldhave been better off being born a girl. However, I never dwelled on it.No big deal I thought. Panties are just like my own underwear, just forgirls instead right? As I touched them, I knew they were not like mine.They were very smooth and silky and very light. I noticed the design onthe soft material in front, lacy.