Then the music started up again, and everyone left us but Stephanie, who had retreated into a reverie of her own as she watched the dancers with a wis...ful look.I rested my hand on Carl's thigh beneath the table, where no one could see. Something egged me on to slide my hand up and find his cock. It was standing vertically and I curled my fingers around it. It was hot, and hard, and wet with precum. I thumbed the tip, his juices warm and slippery as I painted the softer tip of his prick with. I'm very feminine and have always been attracted sexually to men ,particularly older men( Daddy's).When I was much younger p*****n I was fond of dressing up in girls clothing it just felt right and natural.When my sister or for that matter my mother were out of the house I would go through their things and dress like how I imagined a girl should look.Id put on a bra,panties,stockings or pantyhose, pick out a nice blouse and skirt or a nice dress and pretend that I was a woman.I would dress like. She was now touching my shoulder and I could barely resist. “I miss something, I feel alone”, she said. “It’s ok dear, I am here for you”, I said.Suddenly on impulse I slowly put my arm around her shoulders. She didn’t resist. Then I put both my arms around her and started to hug her. She started to moan lightly. I kissed her neck and pressed her boobs. She put my lips on mine and started to kiss me. We kissed passionately for a few minutes. Suddenly she said “Roshan…Please fuck me…” I nodded. When I hesitated, he chided me lightly. ‘Oh Morgane, live a little. You do not always have to be the proper lady. This is your home, and you should enjoy every freedom that it offers.’ His excitement was contagious, and I soon found myself handing up our cold lunch to him in order to free both of my hands. Clumsily, I raised my skirts enough to place my foot atop of his as I reached for his hand, and the horse’s back. Aidan helped a little more than I had anticipated, and I found myself.