..!" Pause. "Umm. No, I guess not." Pause again, and an olive branch: "*I* hate it. I mean, I hate *me* when I do it. How could you not? So, uhh, I tr...ed to stop, and... umm, write it out." Cross-dress, you mean," she elaborated. A bit unnecessarily, to my mind. That was what we were talking about already, right? "You like to dress up and look like a girl." She was taking this too calmly. I was a little worried. Sensitive position, as a professor, you understand, and junior faculty is not. As he blew his load into her awaiting luscious lips he began to slow down his thrusts and told her that the waiter was coming now. She giggled there under the table but held onto his cock. The waiter set their food on the table with a curious look on his face and asked Stefan if there was anything else. Stefan looked at the man and asked for a wet clothe that he could use. The waiter walked away to retrieve the clothe with no questions asked and Eve had returned Stefan’s cock to his boxers and. She hadhim step out in front of the triple full-length mirrors. He said itlooked all right. Irma agreed. Then Helen brought a dress with afull skirt. She also brought a tulle petticoat to put under it tomake the skirt stand out. When he looked in the mirror at the pinkdress with blue flowers on it, he said it didn't look right butIrma said it looked good on him. This continued until he had eightoutfits for work. Then Helen said he needed some for weekends. It took forty-fiveminutes and lots. She parted her thighs a bit and let me take the skirt all the way up her thighs until her panties were on show. Mrs O then shifted in her seat and opened her legs, pulling the hem of the skirt up until everything was on show, all the time pouting at the old guy who looked to be squirming in his seat. She then let her hand fall between her legs and gently ran her finger over her slit before putting her hand down the front of her panties, never once taking her eyes of the guy. I noticed that he.