What I understood that we were going to have group session. That too first time for all of us!!! Mama took my face in his palms and took closer to his... lips. He put lips on my cheeks, eyes and slowly engaged with my lips. He was slowly biting my lower lip. After some time he took his tounge out and started darting with my teeth and finally with my tounge. After more than 15 minutes of french kiss, he again kissed my lips. Meantime his hands were caressing my shoulders and bare back through. Stacey had never been themost talkative of people but she ussually said more than this. Thiswasn't like her, or this wasn't like her from as far as he could tell,having only known her for a few weeks. Stacey, like Art, was acrossdresser. He had met her in an online chatroom, one of the many hefrequented in his spare time. She had been full of praise for hispictures, gushing over his make up and hair and dress. She had told himhow she was a little older than him, how she could never be as pretty. Slowly his powerful hands pushed the oil from her knees towards her bikini bottom. She could feel his thumbs on the inside of her thighs, pressing harder than the rest of his hand. The oil smoothed his hands' ride towards her pussy as he chased a tiny wave in her skin. As his hands came closer on both sides, she felt a spasm of ecstasy shoot ahead of his fingers, coaxing yet more moisture into her bikini bottom. Once he had spread the lotion up against her bikini bottom, he slowly pumped his. If Patty can't make it, then let's bring the party to her." I turned to Kristen. "How about Roman's?" Do you think Patty will mind?" Kristen asked."Patty will love it," Camille laughed. "She says the biggest problem with her job is that she doesn't see her friends as often as she used to see them." Great. Let us know tomorrow," Kristen said.We were now at Kristen's Camaro. Camille waved good-bye as Kristen drove me home."Are our plans still on for after dinner, Jim?" Of course, Kristen," I.