Initially, it was a relief tofinally only be worried about myself. I continued to bounce from onejob to the next, your typical greasy spoon cook.Livin...g alone had another advantage; I began to indulge in my longdormant cross-dressing fantasy. I began spending more and more timeaway from work dressed. Eventually I went out to clubs and grew morecomfortable being accepted in that world posing as a woman. Refined mylook and built a wardrobe. But, I wanted more. No more acting, I wantedto be the. It was to start on Friday evening, the week before Labor Day, when we would have a barbecue. When it got dark they planned to gather up the younger kids and settle them down in the rec. rooms of two houses across the street from our park; boys would be in one house, girls in another and the houses were separated by three other homes. A couple of the young teens were assigned to each 'barracks' to keep order.Two of the guys got together and cobbled up a 'dance floor'; two by four frames. Joe... Oh god, Joe." I continued to lave her clitoris with soft tongue strokes until her hips started squirming and moving up and down in response. As her hips moved in stronger and stronger thrusts, she muttered, "Uhhh... uhhh...u hhh," matching her pleasure sounds with each of her thrusts. From her motions and sounds of pleasure, it was obvious she was climbing higher and higher, nearing the very edge of orgasm. I wanted to prolong her pleasure, though. I wanted to stretch it out to where her. Then the window shutter dropped and we looked out on to a large podium, all read plush velvet looking. Opposite us were Russ and his girlfriend. Jane spat out, “I can see Russ, and other people - you said no-one could see us” Happy she was not! Russ was pressed up against the glass laughing his head off. He kept making pointing movements to somewhere down below. I thought for a moment he was telling me his girlfriend had already gone down on him and then he disappeared into a dark shape.