I took her little hand. She smiled as she rose. There was room there in the living room, on the hard wood floor. We started doing a jitterbug. She was... good, of course. I was okay. We both danced for a few tunes and then stopped when the album ended. We were laughing together. Later that evening, after we had a dinner that I helped prepare, we listened to some radio shows. We went to bed around ten, but this time I didn't go to my room. I went to Cindy's room. We took our time undressing. I. "The room got quiet as Tom moved between my legs and Rhonda took the hemof the dress. I heard the rustle of the white satin gown and the filmynylon of the petticoats as they swished and zipped as she pulled thedress back up out of the way as the girls held me tight while Rhondafluffed the dress up over my waist now fully exposing me from the waistdown."He... he looks just like a girl with everything shaved and in thosewhite nylons and high heels!" Linda said, then giggled as she pointed tomy. All I wanted to do was drip him the rest of the day, knowing he was sated and that I was going to drip him all through another boring gathering with my mother and the crones she called friends while I played with the dirty thoughts. And there were other times. There were times just as lewd and raw as that that were my idea, too. He’s a man, so he had drives and needs and I thought I was seeing to them in a way we both enjoyed. But…each time he protested, even when it was with a smile and a paw. Please see Part 1 for the backstory. ***"Listen, I can explain," I started to say. He cut me off."No," he said simply. I saw an unmistakable glint in his eye as hisnext words seared into my brain. "You won't be able to explain anythingwith your mouth full of my cock." Excuse me? I'm not...." I know, not gay. But you are bi-curious. Your curiosity ends today." Just what gives you that idea?" I felt a bit silly arguing the pointwith my hard cock dripping as I stood in front of him in his.