As before, those nerves were rooted in the fact that I am in no way'passable'. I'm a big guy with a bad wig. And to be honest, I hadn'tinvested in be...ing passable the way one must, with shaving or dyeing bodyhair, toning, etc. A sudden shift to a feminine appearance could raiseeyebrows amongst those who must be kept in the dark, shall we say.The other reason is that my 'femme persona' was a little younger thanme. Okay, a lot younger. "Ashlee" is a young teenager, 14ish - flirty,silly,. Now do as I say OK. I didn't need to answer. Close your eyes and smell my perfume, she then swished in front of me letting her waist just touch my nose. Very nice. She slowly turned so I could smell her back but then bent over and touched my nose with her ass, my hands found her legs and moved up to feel the softness of her round ass. Now stand up she demanded ...eyes closed.Now she leaned forward put her lips on mine her mouth partly open. I was in heaven, she smelled great and felt even. When Fitz and Amanda decided to get some fresh air on the rear veranda it was only a few minutes before a sharply dressed man took the seat alongside Bea. He smelt of whisky.“Hows about you and I get to know each other better,” he opened. “I’m Robert Jukes, call me Bob.”“I don’t think so,” replied Bea, fiddling with her hat. She brought her hands down to her lap.“Sure you will,” he said and placed his hand on her thigh.”“No,” Bea replied. “The last man who put his hand anywhere near where you. She flipped up her skirt and directed him to lick her pussy. "Get used to it." she said, "Until we are married, the only thing touching this will be your tongue." Reluctantly, he complied, burying his face in her bush and licking her to orgasm. When done they went back to the kitchen. Katrina resumed directing the staff and Brom went out to organize the bonfire.Once the bonfire was lit, the adults sat about telling ghost stories, trying to frighten the children, who reacted as expected, much to.