Immersed in girlie thoughts and girlie emotions.But all the while, there is this fear in the background - a fear of being caught in her stockings and ...nderwear. So whilst you indulge yourself in girlie ecstasy and effeminacy, there is this common discomforting interface with the real world as you repeatedly peek through the blinds, or from behind the curtains lest she arrive home earlier than expected. The guilt builds up and conflates with an intense shame.“Boys and men don’t dress up in. They are perfect. I pull on her big nipples, nipping them slightly with my teeth. She whimpers a little at this. I move down kissing her soft belly. As I moved lower she opened her legs to give me access. I have thrown the sheet back and move down lower to her pussy. I inhaled her scent. She smells wonderful. A mixture of her perfume and a woman's natural scent when she was filled with desire. She had shaved herself. There was a little patch on her mons, but her labia was bare. Her large inner. ************We went into Cody's room and it looked like the three other rooms I hadbeen in. Cody closed the door and put his big meaty hand out, I gave himmine and he tugged me close against him. I got a good whiff of hisaftershave and liked it. Our eyes met, my head bent up as he towered overme. He leaned down and his mouth opened to find mine. it was on.His stubble scratched against my bare face. His arms began to closearound me as our kiss intensified, tongues swirling, deep breaths. During the realistic r****g I looked across to one of my viewing companions, the lone male in a room of three couples, and I noted he was showing signs of discomfort, not of the ****, as the bulge in his pants showed, but the need to be part of the act and take his allotted turn. The other two females watched, neither saying anything, each lost in their own fantasy, as the forceful taking struck to the core of womanhood.Each figure in the room was illuminated by the reflection from the screen,.