My "closeted"gayness also helped keep their mouths shut about my cross-dressing, so Iwent along with it.It was a difficult time for me as I pretended ...o be gay around them evenwhen they cajoled me into signing up for an adult ballet class at schoolwith them. After that, I was gay to a whole lot of people. That wasthe easy part. The hard part was trying to keep from getting a boner inmy dancer's belt, men's leotard and tights when I was helping, orsimply, watching the girls stretch in those. Some who are disgusted at her just because she is one of "those" women. The ones that make men do stupid things.I too am mesmerized by the sexual beast in front of me. Yet something causes me to look back down right beside me, at my Beauty. She seems different. The look of confidence that was once on her face is gone. Replaced by something totally different. Her jaws are clenched, her whole aura has changed. Despite the new air of uncertainty in my Beauty, she is still stunning. My eyes glance. I tried to be as romantic as possible, candle light, going slow, stuff like that. In reality we started on a blow up mattress and ended in the living room. I had carefully set up a few candles around the mattress, had some soft playing music on, we were laying down and making out a lot, looking into each other's eyes, I started by kissing her neck and moving down. I took off her shirt and kissed her shoulders making my way to her chest, she still had her bra on though and I had already seen her. She moved slowly up my legs, reaching up and cupping and massaging my cum heavy balls. Looking me in the eyes so seductively as she kissed her way to my cock. When she got to it, she took the head in her soft lips and bobbed on the head working me up, then slowing down. Taking it deeper and deeper until her lips reached the base of my cock, then watching as she went back up then down. At the same time, she was rubbing and massaging my balls. Lisa was a master and sucking cock, and edging..