More slow, languid strokes. She looked up into his face, but his eyes were closed. He still held the pizza box upright, though it tilted slowly back a...nd forth in rhythm with her thrusts. Her focus narrowed, shadows crept into her vision. She was really going to do this, wasn't she? She dropped to her knees, and continued to slowly pull and jerk at his cock at eye level. She stared up at its head, pointed at her forehead. She aimed her stroke down and pulled his cock to her lips, and sucked. " That got a little blush out of her. Now there we were, Connie on my lap, mini skirt almost to her crotch, knees almost touching Karl. "I was telling Karl what a warm loving person you are," as I was talking I slid one hand into her blouse and started gently squeezing one of her boobs through the bra. She through her head back against my shoulder and turned to hide her face in my neck. "No, No, Connie, that's not polite, look at Karl, you can see he likes you." As she turned back to face Karl. She was terrified hearing this and was sweating like a pig and in a feeble voice she said “What do you want from me?” then I said “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow morning and yes, my father shouldn’t know about all this and behave normally with him.” After saying this I walked away without even turning back. Next day morning while serving breakfast she looked very nervous and was avoiding an eye contact with me. After breakfast my father left for the office and Parvathi was in the kitchen. Mila kept up the patter all through dinner butencouraged Steven to do most of talking, telling her about his life inthe theatre."You said something interesting last week. You said not all drag queensare gay but most are. Then you said that you're not gay either but thattrannies don't count."Steven blushed."I was being flippant and I apologise for what I said and the way I saidit," Steven began."What I meant was that not all men who enter drag shows or allcrossdress are gay. Many are.