She said that she was going shopping thisafternoon. After our coffees, we both left. We agreed to get togetherfor coffee next week at the same time.... bet she will not be greeting her husband in track pants and no makeuptoday.I got home and put away the groceries. Suddenly I realized something.I had totally forgotten that I was in girl mode.I spent a bit of time doing office work, and then got supper ready.The rest of the week was just like this. Dress, work, do some houseworkin my spare. Time for the next act in the play of my own erotic game. Standing up, my cock is bouncing, a vein along the side pulses as it bobs a little dance of joys. I touch it a bit underneath the head, and feel waves of excitement build again. Quickly I grab my long coat and button up. Time has come to go outside. I want to play in the night air and get caught by someone able to enjoy, or join, or just to watch and listen in. I leave my room behind my dick is slowly lowering as if disappointed, but I. I saw a tall dark haired man kiss Miss Smith goodbye on her porch. His hand moved from her waist to her breast and then to her pussy. That kiss lasted quite a while too. About ten minutes later she came out to greet a shorter blond haired man. They kissed and his hand was on her ass giving it a squeeze.Mystique was right about Miss Smith having more than one boyfriend and about Mrs. Johnson sun bathing nude.That made me wonder about Mrs. Henderson and her plumber; about Mr. Brown and his wife,. .I shrugged, parked and hesitantly walked up the sidewalk toward the small innocuous brass sign on the wrought iron gate that discreetly said, "Tiffany's." I pushed the well-oiled gate open and tried the front door. It was locked. I pressed the large old-fashioned doorbell button. Stately sounding chimes played the opening bars of a Chopin waltz. Classy, was the thought that wandered through my mind ... A well-preserved and still famous face peered out through the curtained window. There was a.