He sipped again from his drink and ran his hand over his relaxed thigh in another casual movement that was provocative to Betty. She must leave, she m...st go, she thought, take her station wagon and drive anywhere, perhaps to New York. She began to understand her feelings more clearly in this moment that was mixed with fright and wanton desire. She realized she was attracted to her own brother-in-law, but still she found no will to exercise, to help her leave the edge of the porch. Bob lifted up. Carelia grinned at them; as usual, the sight of them raising her spirits.The slave market was centred about a square in the middle of the sprawling general market and, judging by the crowds, business seemed to be booming. Carelia knew that the masses of people were an illusion however. She doubted if one in ten of the people thronged about the stands and stalls of the slave traders could actually even afford a slave let alone be seriously considering buying one. The slave market was a gathering. We danced again and I felt his cock against my tummy. He moved so that it grazed my tummy from one side to the other as we turned. It wasn't unpleasant. And in fact, it felt warm and ... big.Carl had big hands, too, and I couldn't help the old wives' tale that if a man's pointing finger was large, his cock would be proportionately large. I giggled self-consciously and felt our bodies smoothly glide together, trapping his poor cock between us. I was having a giggling fit about the strange. Yetfrom there I knew something about me was different.I remember a mini mouse blue and white dress, that I should wear to playthe wife.... It was soo arrousing thinking of wearing the dress, yet Ididn't do.Then during my childhood I remember going thru some old clothes andfinding skirts and a girlish dress, wearing it now and then.i dressed less in my early years as a child, then stopped dressingbetween 12-18 years old thinking I can break away from it. But it wasalways there, the urge to.