" "Jane, this needs to be copied before the client gets here." "Hey, looking good today, Jane, got a special date tonight?" Even the guys who know I'm...married leer at me. I don't know her name, but I know her every part as though I've been studying nothing else for months. Her left hand, usually with a little black on the paper side where she's been drawing. Her quick eye, dark chocolate brown, seeing much more than I can, flashing. Her little satisfied smile when her drawing is going well. Her. ..I lose a lot of money playing video poker. Well there I am with my beer and sandwich, and I glance toward the entrance just as she's strutting toward a table.Convincing she was not, a crossdresser without question. But pretty, really pretty. And the way she walked, shit, I was getting hard just watching her. She wore a tight black miniskirt, sheer stockings over sexy clean shaven legs, and a nice pair of heels. And man could she walk. I was in trouble.The crowd was buzzing, and it was about. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and began telling him about my workout, the people at the gym, anything to take my mind off his tight ass. We walked up and down the aisles, filling his grocery list, putting items in the cart. We laughingly bumped into each other, getting more and more intimate as we played together. Occasionally, he would stop and pull me into his arms, teasing me with his warm tongue and his firm body. Each time, it was harder to pull away. As we shopped, we grew bolder,. While Tammy had a boyfriend, Missy was single, and she had told me many stories of some wild and crazy nights. One Friday night, I was planning on a night at the computer and a movie, when my phone rang. It was Tammy.She said, “You are going out tonight with Missy and I and we aren’t taking no for an answer. Missy is on her way over. I’ll meet you out. So get ready, she’ll be there in a few minutes”.I didn’t have time to get a word in edgewise. So I started getting ready. I put on a pair of.