Six guys dressed more or lessalike, with perhaps a different color shirt or tie. Their uniformity incomparison to the lively variety shown by the seve... women, each withtheir own colorful look, from Gail's professional suit in a lovelylilac to Tara's short skirt and fluttery sleeve top in vibrant blue andgreen print, emphasized how much I wanted to look like a woman ratherthan a man. I knew I was not a typical guy. This weekend cemented itfor me. I mean I had at least two guys tell me I looked. ...had always dismissed it...swore to me she was a "good girl" and never had those thoughts...but over a few weeks...of subtle whispers....sending her pics of black cock in her email....sending a few selective IR vids here and there to open her eyes and her mind...Finally I felt it was time to exxxplore her inner "Whore" and her repressed hidden slut!I had brought that out in her... for me...and used her to levels she never thought were possible!!She had submitted to me in EVERY way..cummming. To make matters worse, seemingly unbidden my nipples began to harden, and there was an uncomfortable wetness between my legs. I was lubricating copiously and the panties I was wearing were that type that have little more than a little shred of cloth passing over my groin. I feared the fluid I was producing would stain my dress at the back, thus making visible what I was feeling when I stood up. At last, the meal finished and we drove home. Miles was still concerned about my welfare, and I,. Frantic withconcern, Big Al showed up at the Finlayson house at midnight withflowers for Blair. When she learnt that he had been feigning illness,her relief gave away to anger, probably with him, but understandablytransfered by her to her father and teammates, whom she accused at ateam meeting of being "delighted" that Blair had reported in sick.She blasted her father: "You're the one who's sick, not Blair, 'causewinning the damn trophy is more important to you than her well-being.Dad, you.