She was not wearing a bra to encase her small breasts. At the same time, the hem of her dress pulled up, and I could see she wore thigh-high hose with...her open-toed shoes. I felt a surge in my loins, but was truly there to show her how a real man treats a lady.I extended my arm, and she slipped hers around it like she'd been practicing. Up a short flight of stairs, and into the restaurant. I felt like a king, even though she was less than 1/2 my age. We got a lot of looks, and I felt even. She saves him... and also finds herself a husband and..."I faltered. I don't know why I had said what I did.It had a powerful effect on Sam, who wrapped me in his arms and squeezed me so tight it almost hurt."And what is the name of this cross-dressing woman?" he asked softly."Viola," I answered."Then you will be my Viola," he said, kissing my painted lips for the first time.I was embarrassed to be in his arms in front of my mother (not to mention Maurice and his staff). There was another. Being like a nurse and a mother. Hah! Being a nursing mother to me. Heh-heh! Ahem. But I want you to know that I appreciate that, and will love you for it even when I can’t tell you. I know you’d do that for Kirsten, too, if she needed it, because you’re that good a mother. You are so filled with love and care!”My breast was empty, so I said, “Kristy, it’s time to switch breasts, let’s go to the one that’s filled with milk.” I helped her move her head and lips to the other nipple. “That’s good,. Shefollowed into the bedroom, where he was already seated on the bed, towhich Jane gave as wide a berth as she could. Her rapid movement causedher dressing gown to flap open at the bottom, revealing her knee, andwhen she felt the cold air tell her she was being exposed, she reactedby pulling it shut in frustration. She then walked more slowly, one armacross her chest and the other, far closer to the top of her thighs thanshe felt comfortable with, attempting to hold the bottom of her gown.