Tom greeted me at the door of my car as i rolled up. I am sure that as i stepped out of the car he saw my pussy hanging out and i pretended not to not...ice. We exchanged pleasantries and he escorted me inside. I sat on the sofa opposite Tom as we became more aquainted with each other. I could see his eyes wondering to my croutch an his cock swelled inside his pants.He got up poured me a drink and sat beside me on the sofa. We talked somemore about how we met and he suggested since it was a porn. They asked if I wanted to join them, but I declined as I told them I did not have swim shorts with me. They told me what I had on was just fine. As they said this, they rocked my canoe a little so that some water splashed in. I laughed it off as I spread my legs a little to try and keep my balance. When I did this, the head of my cock slipped out of a leg opening of my shorts. I did not notice it at first until saw all their eyes locked on it. Then one of them said that I seemed to be enjoying. There was a freedomand yes a sexual aspect to it.Growing up I was not particularly interested in the standard and overtmacho role nor was I effeminate. I stood in the middle somewhere.Growing up in the 1960's gender roles were massively enforced andstifling; the fear of being outed was palpable. Men's clothing was, andis, purpose driven, rough, confining and restrictive in all aspects; theform and function of it was strictly enforced as though it was auniform. Women's clothing on the other hand. She licked her tongue over his top lip which urged Jesse to lift her over his lap so that she was straddling him. Tilting Mia’s head back, Jesse kissed softly along her jaw and down her neck. His lips and stubble against her neck felt like fire spreading through her skin. It wasn’t until she felt his hands on her stomach under her sweater that she realised things had moved very quickly between them. She leaned back a little then placed her hands on top of his to prevent them moving any.