She was right. So the next day he showed up on time to pick me up and, as I got in with him, I gave him a hug. “ Well thank you,” Vince said. �... You’re welcome,” I replied. So we headed to the party, as we walked in I could see that it was casual and not fancy just as he told me. He introduced me to various people and the evening flew by, before I knew it we were back down in the car. “ Well I did have a pretty good time. Thanks Vince,” I said. “ It was my pleasure,” Vince replied, as we. An erotic taste. I can feel your cock throb through your underwear as I sit on you. I ask you to take it off.You get up off the bed and remove your underwear in less than a second. I reach out a hand, palm up, between your legs and up to gently hold you in my hand. Then, softly, my fingers close around your shaft sliding along its entire length. I pause, reach between my own legs, and transfer some of my wetness to your swollen glans. I make a circle with my thumb and forefinger and move up. Providing you keep your panties on of course." "Please Sandra, I'm not a transvestite!" I whimpered. "Yes you are April, you are now anyway. Don't cry April, you'll ruin your make up." She sat on the bed and began stroking me through the sheet. "No!" I moaned softly. "Our little secret April, no one will ever know, unless I show them the film of me dressing you." "No!" "Oh yes, all on film, carefully edited of course so all you see of me are my hands. Could be anybody dressing you and. I might ... nggg ... I might need a little more...”“Hmmm?”She was curiously shy, even blushing – not a flush, not yet. “Your - your fingers. Just inside.”“Like this?” I slid two fingers in gently, curving them up, feeling her wrap around me.“Oh!” Her hips surged up. “Not – not so deep.” Her hands reached down, scrambling. Found my wrist, pulled back gently. “There. Just there. Moving just a little. Yes ... that’s it...” She bit her lower lip, teeth white against her skin. “Yes ... keep.