It seems to be all couples, all the men in tux?s, all the women in evening dresses. Something that strikes Samantha is that everyone seems to be very ...ttractive. They all look to be wearing expensive clothes and give off a whiff of having money. She?s glad that she made the effort and the silky underwear against her skin gives her an inner confidence.Another waitress appears, dressed in the same way, another blonde, She has a tray of drinks and offers it to them. Both take a glass of champagne. On Sundays we had to wear a kilt (I loved this) and I wore frilly panties underneath, a ladies silky blouse which passed as a shirt and a bra. I used to twirl the kilt around in a girly way. Once a teacher did see my panties but she just smiled. Later she took me to one side and said I could dress up in her flat if I wanted. This I did and she helped me with make-up and helped me buy a wig and dresses. We went out for walks holding hands and everyone smiled at this sweet?? little girl. One. I’ve never been touched there by anyone before this morning. Now I’m able to compare the touch of a female with the touch of the guys which had so thrilled me throughout the day.It’s noticeably different. Her touch is lighter, softer, gentler, and more sensuous. I liked it, a lot. Her fingers moved lightly over my flesh, teasing me. Her touch is so light that I barely feel her fingers moving across my sensitive flesh.I relaxed and closed my eyes and enjoyed the very erotic stimulation. Her. No wonder she smiled. I soon discover I’m both hero and scoundrel. It seems the red head and her family are considered interlopers to the wealthy elite of our fair community. I guess I did pick the right one after all and had simultaneously pissed off the dark haired womans family .. one of the old money families. She was suppose to get the high bid for the evening according to the unofficial rules I found out later. I had been bidding against her fiancée. The bid had been rigged and I blew it.