Shaving your legs isindicative of a commitment to crossdressing, a commitment that makesdenial difficult if not impossible. I was giddy at having sha...ved my legsyet struggled with accepting my true self. Many if not most of us areperfectly normal guys who routinely participate in manly activities butnow and then we cross the gender border or perhaps more tellingly dancearound it. Denial is also dependent on just how good we look whilecrossdressed. This is a theory but bear with me. Those of. And as I looked at Jason, it slowly dawned on me that however much I did love Jason, I loved Neil more.Neil didn’t set my pulse racing with desire and excitement like Jason did. Neil and I had both known that and been open about that for many months. But what I had for Neil was a deeper and more spiritual love. It was a love forged and deepened in more than twenty years of a shared life. Nurtured by acts of love and unselfishness, both small and large. And brought to full fruition by that. Di and Sharon were really enjoying themselves when the door swung open and in walked four very horny people. Irena entered first wearing a very short wrap around skirt and a halter neck top and behind her were two older and slightly chubby people who looked extremely excited, especially the woman when she saw our three cocks waiting for her. Steve the new chef came in last sporting an obvious hard on through his shorts."Everyone this is Jan and Ron" said Irena "Jan wants some fun."Jan was very. Slowly the passing of the cloth over her young body grew closer and more intense as Victoria felt the warm material near her most intimate area. As Bridgett wiped her young niece’s body with the cloth, she felt strangely comfortable with her actions and could feel Victoria’s comfort too.Placing the cloth down, Bridgett ran her slender gloved fingers over Victoria’s mound. Her niece’s face was a picture of contentment at the feel of familiar fingers around her groin. Victoria hadn’t had a man.