The third time I saw her looking my way, she was dancing for a man in a suit seated close to me, but looking over at me every chance she got. When she...saw me looking back at her she smiled warmly. She was a shapely, curly-haired brunette in her mid-thirties with very fair skin and a mature woman's body. She had great legs, a rounded belly and full, heavy breasts. To me, her body and expression oozed fertility and sexuality. She had a great smile and very lively eyes that danced. She deserved better.Things got mixed up a bit when she started making out with the girl, a petite blond. The blond was all over Isabel, it looked like they were going to start scissoring right there and then. The two guys watched, one sort of interested, the other (the one that had been rubbing up against her) sort of pissed. When the girls came up for air, he said something to her. She smiled, gave him a deep tongue kiss and slid her hand against his crotch. She yelled something in his ear. As i'm calming down, i hear a voice from the lobby. - Are you there? Is everything as you wanted?, He acknowledge by simply shouting 'Ya!' and goes on with our business. I manage to enjoy myself again and think that its not a big deal.Its been a minute now and he's still going at it on me from behind. As i'm thinking that it would be nice to switch position, the other man comes in the living room completely naked and already with an erection. He's also good looking. Obviously, i'm confused.. During those weeks at the school, life at home changed only a bit, andother than wearing a skirt or dress every day, not much else changed. Thechanges I was undergoing each day were so slight, that my generalprogression to using feminine gestures went almost unnoticed. Except thatI had started to "blossom" as mom put it. My hips had started filling outa little, and the tenderness in my breasts was waning because I had enoughbreast growth of my own to get along without those saline filled sacs..