I'm not sure what is wrong with me, butthe thought of being her maid suddenly seemed very erotic to me. Mylittle penis started getting hard in my pant...es. I remembered her commentabout getting me a maid's dress. That made my little dick even harder. Istarted to massage my panties when I was interrupted by the door. Shewas home.She wandered in drunk and a little flushed. I was obvious that she hadgotten what she was looking for. It looked like she hurriedly stuffedher panties into her purse as. There are so many gay stories and so few stories about me. “What about me?” I ask aloud. I wonder over and over if I am the only one in the world that knows the simple pleasure of wearing clothes that are meant for women.Am I the only one that inspects every seam, tag, and detail of a garment? Are the strap adjustments on the vintage slip metal? Is there that cute little satin pillow tab sewn across the elastic waistband of the vintage panty that I have been seeking?Will the garment fit like I. After swiftly returning to the buffet table and once more dipping his fingers in the oil again, Thomas returned to Dean’s arse as he lubricated his dick. When Thomas commenced shoving his cock into Dean’s manhole, Dean’s groans turned into grunts.Shortly, as Thomas started thrusting into Dean with a look of total dominance on his face, applause broke out.I was completely fixated and I have to admit, turned on by what I was seeing. What further engrossed me, were the lustful expressions on all. ìThank you for a wonderful evening. Good night.î I say as I reach for you to kiss you goodbye. I can sense your heat, but have no wish to hurry you into an intimacy that I know will change both our lives forever. Breaking the kiss I turn to descend the steps, but you take me by the hand, replying in a deep, throaty voice ìYes, a very good nightî and you turn the key in the lock, leading me across the threshold and into your home, at the same time crossing a threshold.