I said, "Don't you find that ironic?"Cathy shook her head, saying, "No. That is how I met Steve and his son,at the Brooke Institute while he and his s...n were getting therapy mainlyfor his son's crossdressing. The Institute is helping Steve deal with hisson plus Steve's own desire to wear lingerie."Boy was I relieved to hear that Cathy understood and accepted Steve'sother side! It sounds like we are all going to the same "school."Cathy went on to say after meeting Steve at the Instituted she. .and if not, i would just...say i was joking! YEA joking would be an amazing excuse! so i slowly walked up the stairs. i couldnt believe i was actually doing this! i took a deep breath and knocked on his door. i heard lots off shuffling and he said "hold on a minute im...changing" and he opened the door just a crack big enough for him to see me. and he said what. i said "ummm.wanna have sex?" OH MY GOD. IM SUCH A SLUT. AND NOW IM WAITING IN SLOW MOTION! and to my surprise he opened the door. Roger, although disappointed, understood her concern and vowed to both her and himself that he would be patient. His reward was a platonic relationship with some minor intimacy. She had invited him to call her Ellie, something she usually reserved only for family and close friends. They would hold hands, kiss lightly, arms around each other occasionally and generally enjoy each other's company wherever they were. They frequently went to the theatre, enjoying light entertainment as opposed to. Right then, another hand wandered over to Maryam’s tush and started caressing her buttocks. Instead of complaining, my sister lifted her skirt just enough to invite the owner to play with her plump bottom a little more. A second, roaming hand began pushing toward her twat, sliding her panties aside to toy with her clit and her folds. Far from resisting this, Maryam raised her skirt some more and slid her panties down her thighs to assist this new third party. The owner of those hands now.