As I watched it all through the opening of the door, I began to caress myself.I grabbed my breasts and started rubbing between my legs.I felt my nippl...s getting harder through my blouse.he was so enjoying my worn panties, he made a sort of growling sound. His hand disappeared into his pants.I lifted my skirt a little and felt how the panties that I now wore became wetter.I pulled it aside and started rubbing my clit with my middle finger.This gave me so much pleasure that I gave a little moan.I. Daddy though I would look great with no tan lines.When the day for my Sweet Sixteen party arrived, I was a well fucked young lady and a much-improved cocksucker. I was a bit apprehensive about meeting all the new people but daddy assured me they were all nice and everything would be alright.First came the Fergusons, Hilda and Arnold with their son Arnold Jr. Then Fred and Martha Collins with their son Jason. They all seemed very nice, but I detected that Hilda Ferguson got a bit of glint in her. It was strange that there were about forty units on one side and forty units on the other side and the two groups seldom if ever talked to each other. In fact, I sort of recognized the other group mostly by their dogs if they had one because it was easier to keep tabs on and Irish setter or a German shepherd than to remember faces that all seemed blurry at a distance. It seemed like an ideal situation for me. My audience would be close, almost captive, and yet we would manage to stay isolated. "I stood there for a moment, wondering if Linda / Carl had found out my secret that I actually fancied crossdressers and T-girls or was this just a unconscious stroke of synchronicity that I just happened to pick a roommate that was a crossdresser! I pondered for a moment the implications of having sex with my roommate and her friend and gave into temptation, throwing caution to the wind. "Linda," I said "I would be happy to join you, please let me grab a quick shower." She smiled, her eyes.