Trish and Sarah looked at each other. “I’ve seen it. It’s very nice. You’ll like it!” Sarah said to Trish, “But it’s up to you.” The b...rden of moving forward or not was now on Trish. There was another few seconds of silence. “Deal!” Trish declared. Sarah took off her tee shirt. Wearing no bra, her tits just bounced out of the shirt as she lifted it over her head. Her nipples were already hard. Trish removed her sweater, and, wearing a bra that she unclasped in the front, let two beautiful tits. "Oh you think she is a dyke, because she didn't flirt with you?" I asked with a laugh."No because she spent almost an hour drinking beer and asking about you Saturday night," The Brit said."I thought they had all gone by Saturday. That doesn't sound good at all," I commented."Why do you think I'm telling you about it. Be careful around her," The Brit said."I'll definitely keep that in mind," I said. "Right now I want to get home and into a hot shower." I left immediately. I drove the cruiser t. “I don't think I can ever trust any other man, but you," she said emphatically, "did you know that?"Before he could answer, the train jerked to life and started to move. As it did, it lurched and his mother fell against him. Reaching out instinctively to brace herself, her hand plunged down into his crotch, landing squarely on top of his semi-erect penis.Momentarily pinned against him as the train continued to gain momentum, she didn't move her hand for several seconds. At last the impetus. I walked out into the living room to discover that Tracey had left and Gunther was dressed in a pair of slacks and a very expensive looking Cashmere cardigan. He smiled broadly and said he knew I’d make the right choice. Then he pulled a long tweed ladies coat out of the hall closet and handed it to me. It was a little big but fit fairly well; I assumed it was from one of his previous gurls. “Put it on we’re going out for dinner and then maybe some dancing.” He grabbed a coat for himself and we.