I didn’t say anything. Then he asked me whether I wear a panty too. Slowly I understood that I can’t this anymore and then told him that I love cr...ss dressing. Then he asked my panty size and before I told him, he unzipped my jeans and saw the Panty size that was printed on it. It was 36. He asked me whether I like gay fucking. I told that I have never tried it before. Then he said I like it very much and want to be on top.As he was looking for a bottom guy (gay), if I am interested, then I can. I sit in a corner of the lounge, alone, trying to figure out if I know any of these people. Jack brings me another cocktail and winks at my dress. I thank him and tell him that it’s not every day a girl gets served a Manhattan by Buzz Lightyear. We laugh about that and then he walks off.As the party gets busier, my social anxiety kicks in and I start to feel very out of place. All the other singles are chatting away in groups, so I don’t feel as if I can join in. Lou comes to check on me. I was taken by surprise, and sat down waiting for her to return and say something. A half hour passed without any sign of her or her daughter, so I left and returned home.My Niece and her daughter never mentioned a thing the next time I saw them, and since her husband did not punch me out, he must not have been told. The four of us were actually having a good time playing card games, although I had to keep my lap hidden, since my cock was rock hard, throbbing and leaking pre-cum thinking about. It was an odour, a muskiness that was familiar but somehow different and totally out of place. Kevin had reached the bottom of the stairs on the way to his bedroom before my brain highlighted what that nagging little detail was.I stood there open-mouthed as he slowly climbed the stairs, my mind screaming 'sex' loudly. The odour I could smell was that of a woman, a hot aroused woman!Kevin had been playing with a pussy!By the time I could move again Kevin had disappeared from view and I didn't.