"Sam, as in Samuel?" Mr. Taylor asked."Sam as in Samantha," Megan replied."Formerly Sean," I chimed in.Mrs. Taylor came out of her shock and hugged Me...an, adding "I'm just gladyou're okay, sweetie."Mr. Taylor grabbed my hand and shook it, "How do you do, son?" Adjusting," I replied."I can see," he gestured at my choice of clothing."Your daughter shoved me into the deep end, I can see she gets it fromher mother," I said, noticing Mr. Taylor's conservative dress andcardigan."Come now, ladies,". Something within told me this wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing but the champagne was doing its job and Hannah’s undoubted willingness kept my misgivings to the back of my mind. As I explored the contours of her vulva beneath the tight-fitting material, I felt her body tense then relax and the arm around my shoulders tighten and loosen as my fingers did their work. I ran my fingertips lightly into the crease at the top of her thigh, feeling my way along the costume’s elasticated hem before. As I'm exiting the shower I realize my towel is In the bedroom Along with my under garments so I had to ask Shirley to bring my stuff over or walk out naked into darkness and hope she doesn't see me.I called her name a few times to no response so I walked into her bedroom wet and naked looking for my things when the light suddenly came on and Shirley was staring at me naked on her bed.I covered my genitals out of respect and she said "why are you hiding your c**k from me?" I got stuck in my own. I had taken the job with the San Francisco office of a dubious company that collecting such details for paying customers with no questions asked. It was right after being fired unceremoniously from a certain organization with an unstated alphabet designation. I had an ingrained habit of never referring to it by actual title unless in the process of being water-boarded and unable to breathe properly without spilling the beans.Of course, I was taking notes in my little notebook after a bad.