You nearly made me drop this slice of cake." Momadjusted the cake on the paper plate so it was a bit less lopsidedbefore passing it down the table. "N...w what did you want?" Can't I be a girl for my birthday if I wanna?"Mom's mouth fell open and the cake-knife nearly slipped from her hand."I... I don't know, Bobby. It's really not that easy to..."Aunt Marie took the knife from my mom's loose grip. "Irene, it reallydoesn't have to be all that complicated. Children around Bobby's agetry out. I stood next to him and smiled at his reflection. I patted his bum. I turned him around, cupped his curvy arse, smoothed my hands over his encased sheen and we kissed hard. Likewise he was cupping and kneading my arse through my black tights and red knickers under my black kilt. ‘I stood up a married man to be with you this evening,’ I smirked as I pulled another ivory pair of pantyhose with the crotch cut out, over his chest and arms. ‘And it will be worth every second!’ I stepped out of my. Given my age he was wise to not be too forward with me. We got to know each other's routine and would always end up in the sauna alone together around the same time when no one else was there.Don would typically spend about 30 mins going back and forth from sauna, shower, hot tub, steam. I would follow him casually and watch him masturbate. I would lift up my towel and show him my erection. Sometimes we would go into the showers together. He would always stay far enough away from me so I felt. "Who's asking?" You did come in here to meet someone, didn't you?" Well, yeah-um" I stammer."He has been expecting you. You're to go in Private Room Three. Don't worry, your drinks have been taken care of, " he waves away my attempt at payment."Um, OK..thanks, " I say, and make my way toward the back, past the restrooms and down a narrow corridor.I arrive at a red door marked, PRIVATE ROOM THREE. My heart is thundering in my chest, I am about to meet you face to face. Should I knock? Of course.