Hardly anyone will credit my tale, as the experience of the world teaches that the more lovely the girl, the worse the cook!"I laugh. I 'quite' like h...r. Her husband seems cold. Howard shows up and is introduced. I'm proud that he handles himself well. I excuse myself to see to the final preparations for dinner. I catch a look of intense competition between Horrible Harry and Lord St. Clair.When I rejoin the party, Mom and her poor date have arrived. He is well known in English social circles,. After that enlightening conversation we all showered and went out for a very quick dinner. We had dinner in the bistro and sat at a secluded table that had a bench seat on either side of the table. Mum sat next to Gemma and Aunt Joan sat next to me. During dinner Aunt Joan started to rub her hand up and down my leg until it eventually settled on my hardening cock. She then started to massage it making it harder and harder. I had to ask her to stop as my cock was about to explode. She refused.. It was agonizing!"Oh baby, you like it when I make myself cum looking at you?" I whispered again. "Yeah I'm gonna cum for you, so hard Katie. You want me to don't you?" My eyes drifted closed as the orgasm swelled and burst inside me, the image of Katie's o-face driving me into a climax that racked my body as I fell over forward onto her pillow, my hair falling in my face as I moaned and struggled to navigate the waves of it. My hips pumped forward, s**ttering her covers as my body convulsed. ”Strangely I was not surprised by this. All the pieces slid into place, and I saw a light in my friend’s eyes that I had never seen before. Amber was looking at me, and I recognized that I had seen her before in David’s moments of strength and certainty.“Amber…” I murmured, reaching out to touch her cheek, and felt the slight stubble of her masculine features. As I pulled her close for a hug, I understood her pain in being trapped in this body that did not reflect her soul.Amber and I became.