Looking back on it, I'm sure the girls had caught me looking at themand figured that I was admiring their clothes. They probably guessed Iwas a cross-...resser already. Some of the men probably guessed it too.It was at that moment that I realized how badly I had misinterpretedeverything around me the last few weeks. I had played out a fantasythat had been in my head in real life. I had cast Lily in the role ofmy dominant feminizing woman, but she really wasn't that. I had simplyprojected that. He grunted and sawed the T-shirt completely from her body, taking a minute to tear it away from her shoulders before standing back so we could all view what we had to play with. Tears had started to flow down her face as she twisted in my grip, making her more beautiful. Her white skin pale against my tanned hands, the dim light adding a hint of mystery to her body. Her tits were bigger than I had thought, maybe C-cup size, and I wasted no time in unhooking her bra, Pablo finishing it by. Though not endowed with a fair complexion, the young girls all looked healthy, full of life and primitively cute with their growing breasts. Obviously too, in spite of my irreproachable teacher’s conduct, I couldn’t miss the scene while waiting for my turn at a table farther, near the door with my friends. Feigning unconcern and interest while observing a strict silence, I stealthily turned my gaze towards the half-naked schoolgirls. I opened wide my eyes, trying to discern the enticing curves. .Dania was more than buxom, she was a beautiful, long-legged, red head. In her younger days, she was a practicing massage ther****t. Her hands were beautiful too and everything about her, showed no aging...She loved men, but women were her real desires.Many truck drivers that stopped by the club were woman. Strong, like her and adventurous.There was one, Nadia, a beautiful Russian woman who immigrated to US several years ago.She loved Dania, they both went on vacations together to tropical.