This girl, who I had made to have a massive orgasm, was like a new flower opening up to her sensual world. I was still wanting to have my orgasm. Alis...n had stopped me, but my mind wanted to disobey and the thought of me giving this girl her first loving orgasm started the fire inside me. She was beautiful. Her just budding breasts, the puffy mons and labia so perfect, so kissable, so enjoyable. That thought made me feel between my legs to my engorged wet pussy and as I stood looking at Illia,. As I slid deeper she couldn’t control it anymore and let out suppressed moan and said bavagaruuu..I don’t know why but I bent down to kiss her on the lips and even though she didn’t respond but didn’t turn away too. I started sliding my finger in and out of her wet pussy now. and she opened her eyes and looked at me,,I asked does it feel good..she just managed a week yes…I slowly increased the fingering speed and then bent down again to kiss her an this time she responded equally biting my lips. I asked her if she liked it. “I do,” she confirmed. “But I don’t hold my alcohol very well and I have a 20-minute drive home.”I mentally filed away her comment about her low tolerance for alcohol and suggested that it was probably time to call it a night. A flash of disappointment crossed Denise’s face, but then she agreed. I paid the bill and walked her to her car. Still not wanting to come on too strongly, I leaned in to give her a goodnight kiss on the cheek. Denise surprised me by turning. "You could look like quite a dishby the time I finish with you," she added."Trish please stop this. My son is not a cross-dresser! He doesn't wantto dress as a woman!" Mrs Morgan exclaimed, finally confronting the wholecross-dressing notion directly and coming to her son's defense."If he was, would that be a problem for you?" Trish asked, turning to theother woman and confronting the central issue."I don't know. I've never it any thought," Mrs Morgan replied, soundingdistracted."Well it really.