We took our bags up the old creaking wooden staircase, along the hall and located our room. It was warm, welcoming and not cramped. We had already enj...oyed a full meal earlier in the afternoon so decided on a drink or two in the bar. A table for two in a corner, something bubbly for Anita and a single malt for me.There were a few other couples dotted around and we passed an hour so in our own pleasant conversation. During the odd lull I eyed up a few of the women, and in a couple of cases made. You know the back of your dress is raised high enough for my eyes to see your tight little ass cheeks. The little red silky strip rising up from between your cheeks looking so sexy to my eyes.Taking another step back you encourage me to go further and of course I do. One hand continues its stroking of your ass while the other slowly begins to slide around your left hip under your dress. You find that you are holding your breath as my fingers, my hand inches closer to your erotic center. Just as. "Especially when I told hershe'd have to wear a leotard to class." She's only been transitioning a year," I say. "Anything ultra-feminine likethat's bound to appeal to her." Yeah, kinda reminds me of someone," Sarah says, kissing me and giggling asI take her place under the shower."Reckon they'd be interested in coming along this morning?" I ask. "Toobserve, I mean. I'd really like to get to know the two of them better,especially Jacinta..." I would say 'should I be jealous' but I know for a. As long as I can remember, I've been enticed by, turned on by,jealous of, curious about... women's clothing." She placed firm emphasison those two words, laughing nervously. "I remember when I was about 7, Iused to try on my Mum and Jodie's panties. And I can't explain why. Ijust loved the way they felt, the material, their patterns, the colours:the way it made me feel. I was just a little kid, and there I was tuckingmy junk into skimpy little knickers. Shit, I knew it was strange eventhen, but.