On one hand was the desire of being cross-dressed in front of other people going to be fulfilled and on the other was the risk of the news getting out...of the group which may lead to humiliation.However, I gave into my desires and started to see the clothes which were laid out for me. I was happy to see that my friends did to me was what I gave them. They had a mini skirt with a sliced noodle strap top. Though they were a bit loose, when I saw myself in the mirror I was happy and joyous. When I. Feeling their eager eyes all over our naked bodies as we tried to make small talk was an almost indescribable thrill.Sharon had this wonderful excited look on her face now as she whispered to me.“Wow Honey, this is really turning me on!”.“Me too”. I answered as I looked down at my stiffening cock. Being a man, obviously, it was much harder not to betray my sexual arousal. Sharon looked down at my cock and giggled. We suggested to our now rather delighted guests that we open the wine and they. She was gazing on the tent pole now under the covers, positively aware of the fact that she walked in on me pleasuring myself. I tried to explain and shield my embarrassment and she told me that it was perfectly normal and OK plus we were both adults and know that it was a very necessary evil and healthy activity. She was assuring me that it was normal. “Oh my Lord. Look you are still hard as steel rod”. She said as I looked to realize that getting caught by her, actually gave me a much stiffer. That deepness went rightthrough me and shook me to the core. I would have wet myself had I beenborn with functioning boy bits. But I took that voice home with me and Idreamt of him in 'our' bed, naked and warm. I dreamt of curling up andnuzzling the center of his masculinity.I dreamt of nursing on it with my eyes closed and my hands cupping hisgnads. I dreamt of spreading my legs over my shoulders and taking himinto me; capturing him and all his maleness. I dreamt of his seedleaking out of.