~~~The single rose lies in my lap as I stare at it. The room has once more returned to clamouring noise, the silence having abated, the stares and whi...pers now moving away from me. The scarlet against the blue of my dress is a striking contrast. One flower. He handed out just one of the promised favours. I feel a tightening in my chest. He handed it to me. I expected to come, see lots of beautiful things and leave. No roses were landing in my lap according to my plans, and yet here one is, the. It's funny as a guy I never really cared for gettingmy photo taken but as Erika I loved it. I mean I love looking ofphotos of me dressed up as a woman. I remember when I first starteddressing up I wasn't very happy with how I looked, but now I wasgetting very convincing as a woman. Wayne took lots of pictures, withme in various positions, nothing sexual or anything. Then he took somephotos of me with his bike, Wayne called them the hot chick with thehot bike look. It was fun to take the. Her bikini top was certainly not risqué, but it wasn't terribly conservative either. Her perfectly rounded breasts molded the red cups with a form that could only be considered excellence personified. And when she undid her shorts and pushed them down, showing the almost skimpy bikini bottoms, Jake had to fight to keep from drooling."What do you think?" Mindy asked, seeing his interest. "Is my workout regiment effective?" You're beautiful," Jake said. "You're an absolute work of art."She gave. She wasn't very sweet but made up for that by being smart and she could always get a party started. Victor was tall and a little heavy with a bit of a belly. In his late forties, he had salt and pepper hair, was funny and very lovable. I loved having sex with him because he always got me off with his beautiful eight-inch cock. It had a very large mushroom head and his huge hanging balls you could pick out in a line-up. He was a very skilled lover and Jen was definitely a very lucky girl..