Her daughter and my daughters were cheerleaders in high school, so I saw her, but we rarely spoke. She told me her and her boyfriend of many years, mo...ved into the house that was his Dad's after his father passed. I knew her boyfriend and his Dad, I just did not know they were together. No worries though.So she asks me how I have been, how my girls were and how my wife was. It was a quick catch up. I asked if she was still a hair stylist at a local shoppe and she said that she worked a few days. My cock was actually in pain, I was so hard. Her breast, which was about the size of half an orange, was taut and full. It took all my willpower not to begin squeezing it, allowing Stacy to hold my hand to her instead.Still pretending to be asleep and stirring a little, I mumbled, "I love you sweetheart," as though being half-asleep talking to my wife. I then gently began fondling Stacy's B-sized breast through her sweater. I had never in my wildest thoughts ever imagined that I would be. ? Did you come?” She asked with her soft little voice completely shaken.I bent forward, my member still inside of her, and I kissed her, “Are you ok?”“Y-Yes… Does it feel wrong? Did I do something wrong?” She asked nervously, folding her arms tight against her breasts.“No! Absolutely not!” I took her cheeks on my hands and caressed them with my thumbs. “I’m just checking on you. I realized I was being a little hard on you… It’s your first time.”“I-I’m ok, I promise… I’m…” and she gave it a. "Had I just heard Peter ask Mum if he could crossdress too? I wasn't sure.I was too dazed by being caught dressed like a woman by my two young menwhom I had been trying to be a role model to and by the fact that Nia hadjust said she was going to give me a makeup lesson.Why did I just sit there? Why didn't I object to what Nia was about todo?I realised with the fact that I was sat there wearing a slip and pantiesmeant that there simply was no point arguing that men don't wear makeup.Men like I.