I did, and he took my hand and placed on his softening penis. I took it and he motioned for me to stroke it, so I started rubbing my hand on it again.... As I was sitting there like a little girl in his lap, tugging at his dick, he let his hands roomed all over my covetous body. One hand made its way under my skirt and was rubbing my legs and butt, the other one was going up my top, tugging at my bra. Take off your shirt he said. I stopped touching his member and pulled my tank top over my head.. So I just kind of went along with it. I couldn’t think up a good reason to refuse, and he seemed so enthusiastic about the idea, I didn’t feel I could say ‘no’.It was the same when he suggested I shape my eyebrows a bit more femininely. And he was right: they looked so good after! I forgot that before they were so ugly and masculine! Thankfully he was there to point that out. I got a few strange looks in work and on the street, but somehow I didn’t care.He eventually encouraged me to test out. I simply reminded her she looked after them seven days a week, so deserved one night off now and then.The night dragged for me; I think I was more excited than Jan was in some ways. Luckily, as usual, the kids were angels and soon tucked up in bed sound asleep, so I poured myself a glass of wine to have with my belated dinner and tried to relax. It was difficult.I went to bed at the same time as last week and once again lay awake waiting for the sound of Sam's car. A little bit latter than last. Andalthough she may not have been aware of her exposure,the young lad certainly did notice as his eyes slightlybugged out as he gazed, at a distance of mere inches,the bottom of her tanned bottom and slick vagina.After several dances, they once more returned to ourseats and Karen was more than normally flushed andseemingly excited. I placed my hand on the top of herleft thigh, above the hem of her dress and asked if shehad enjoyed her dance. Looking me squarely I the eye,she replied, “You.