"Thank you," I said. "You can't go far wrong with an LBD." We'd better study the menu." Of course."We ordered the food and continued our conversation ...over a glass of wine.Throughout the time in the restaurant, Steve was the perfect gent. Hewas polite, charming and good company. He made no attempt at sexyinnuendo or double entendres. He treated me like a lady - which wasexactly what I wanted. Not once did he refer to the fact that I was a t-girl.We discussed a number of issues and he never. Andrea hugged back, while I just sat, still surprised. Her father must've noticed the look of surprise on my face and chuckled quietly. I blinked and hugged back, not sure what else to do. He let us go and we stood back up, both of us bouncing slightly. Andrea babbled on about something, and I couldn't help notice that her father kept glancing over at me with an interested gaze. I stepped away slightly, not sure what he was thinking about. Obviously, it had something to do with me. I stared at. They eventually pushed her skirt up around her waist and pulled down her black knickers. They then spread her legs apart and took turns sliding their fingers in and out of her vagina. She started to moan a little and one of them said that she was getting wet. To my astonishment another black guy came into the picture but he was naked and immediately got down between her legs and started eating her. She really started moaning then and while he kept sucking her vagina the other two got undressed. ” She looked at me intently. “Aren't you going to put your hand on my leg? I like that part of your classes.”It was only at that point that I realised she was wearing, unusually for her, a skirt. A shortish denim skirt that showed her knees and a few inches of thigh. I dutifully placed my hand there, for the first time touching actual flesh. I kept it low, down by the knee, but I was using my right hand, the more skillful, more capable one. Normally it was my left, because that was closer to.