Joe.” He complimented me. “Thanks” I gave him my wet clothes and then put the Terryknit gown on to cover my nakedness and sat on his couch. He p...t my clothes in the dryer then removed his own wet clothing revealing his uncut cock which was as hard as mine and slightly thicker and added them to mine before putting his gown on. “How about some coffee to warm up?” He suggested. He poured some whiskey into the coffee to warm our insides up and asked if I was interested in looking at some of his. After all, I am the darling of the entire house and was aspecial for ladies of the house. Daddy had put on restriction for my wearing girls dresses. To the school it was always pant and shirt.My shirt was oversized, having packets on both chests so as to conceal my breast growth. At, home, however, I continued to select dresses that matched my femininity. No more skirts and blouses or gowns or midis or maxis. But I wore tight jeans and sleeveless tee shirts, shorts showing off my hairless. Being afootball player took up a considerable amount of time, time that mostof his "Brothers" had free. And even the few of his "Brothers" thatalso played football, didn't carry the burden of being the Quarterbackor being the Captain of the team. Both of those roles requiredadditional time outside of practice and meetings. Leaving little timeto worry about the stupid Fantasy Football league he had been goadedinto participating in. But, he was in the league, so groaning as herolled out of bed to. Slowly my mind was saying this is an opportunity and is going to leave in 10 minutes or so. I was feeling that deep inside.He had oranges and said, “Wow, these are real tasty, are these yours?” I could get his questions and intentions. Ohh should I proceed is what my mind is questioning. I slowly cat walked to him and said, “No sir, these are not mine” he could still see my navel and through the transparent sari my blouse. I wanted it badly now. I do not know but am unable to control myself, am.