"But I don't want to look like a girl!" I replied."Firstly Charlotte I have noticed how much you have enjoyed wearing thepanties and pantyhose so I th...nk we both know you have enjoyed dressinglike a girl so far."I did not object when she called me Charlotte because I was lost inthought about how she was right but whether I should not be trying toargue that she was wrong and how I argued with what she and I both knewwas true. As she was saying this she was putting what looked like glueon some. “So what do you mean by ‘guys getting up to things’?” It’s hard to fathom how anyone could look any moreembarrassed than when they are standing in front of youbutt-naked, but Uncle Bob gave it a real good try. A lookof pain passed over his face and he muttered.Oh,…you know.”“I don’t!” I persisted. “Whaddya mean?…Wanking?Fucking?…What?”“Let’s leave it be, shall we? I don’t think you’re. ”Jed pumped a few more times before letting out a loud grunt. Jed stopped moving, he was having his first orgasm inside a woman. “Mrs. Wilson, I think I came.”“I know you did honey. Slide off me and I will go clean up the mess you made and check the laundry.”Damn, he came a lot. There was cum dripping down my leg by the time I got to the bathroom. I cleaned up his cum before switching our clothes to the dryer. Jed was still on the bed next to the wet spot on the bed.“Jed, your clothes won’t be. The fingers of her left hand caressed her mound while her right hand began to tease her nipples. Dalia felt the growing wetness between her thighs. Dalia approached, slowly, hesitating, terrified of the passion filling her. Slowly she dropped to her knees. Her hands resting on Susans’ knees. Gently she parted them, kissing each on the soft inner skin. Susan slid slowly down in the chair, her long slender legs parting, her head thrown back on the chair. Her fingers gripped the arm in.