The rest of the afternoon continued as though nothing had happened,although there were unusual glances between them.Once at home, her mood changed. "W...at disgusting thing are you wearing?"she demanded of him."A a a CB," Steve stammered in shame as a response."Why?" Sally questioned."It's just I put it on for that conference last month and haven taken itoff. You know you said no wanking whilst I was away," Steve explained ina weak and feeble response.Sally sat up from the sofa and stated "Right.. Islid my fingers into the now gaping fly, and then my hand, and I was overthe front of the silky mound of his briefs. They felt sensational, warmfrom his lovely bulge, but also incredibly soft and sensual. I just loveboys in sexy briefs, and continental boys are so much more imaginative thanwe English in this regard. Whereas most English Guys settle for theubiquitous Calvin Kleins, I have found that stores in Italy, Spain andFrance as well are much more likely to have nylon briefs, or silk, or. That I was male was a factoid, an item of trivia. And he has no idea how I admired that beautiful cock when I saw it. Maybe he thought that I envied it, but it wasn’t envy at all, not at all, but admiration and reverence, plain and simple. I loved it. I would have gladly taken it into my mouth, like a woman, not only to show my admiration, but selfishly, so that I could taste it on my tongue, smell it in my nose, feel it in my hands, even to taste the salty fluid at the gorgeous head, to lick. She stumbles a little, and so has to catch onto his arm, an arm that is as warm as the rest of him, while she tries to hold her wrap tightly to her chest. Why are we still holding each other? Anyone could tell her. ***** Her behavior last fall weighs on her. She didn’t know then that she had hurt him, not exactly, not like that. She wants to apologize, but how do you bring that up? She certainly can’t tell him what drove her. There are some things one just doesn’t say. They are both so shy now.