When you do, that's a satisfying feeling.Then things get better, because both of you start moving.This time Hank got me into that state that I'd only ...xperienced once or twice before. The climaxes just rolled over me, one after another. It was like the waves that wash onshore. Each one pushed me a little higher, and I'd shudder and come. That left me hungry and ready for another one. It would follow, and that would set me up for the next one.I pulled him down for a kiss. His chest hair. I had recently opened upto a few new female acquaintances about my desire to be feminine. Withoutexception, they were all accepting and supportive; yes, I carefully chosewho to share this with.I find 2 things in life that are uniquely feminine; hair salons and nailsalons. Although most do offer services to "men", they are designed andran for women; feminine in design, the music and atmosphere scream woman.The scents and visual beauty of these "feminine palaces" alone would leavea man looking. The sex scene at the start was so hot that I could feel the dampness invading my panties. After a quick glance around I slid my laptop half off the table and onto my lap hoping that this would shield me from any prying eyes. Almost without thinking my spare hand strayed below the level of the table and I started to stroke myself through my skirt.I read on and little by little my skirt rose up until my fingers could touch my already damp panties. Oh Fuck! This was heaven! Another really hot. “Oh yes, my darling, it was most definitely sex.” she laughed. She told me later she started to tell me it was good sex, but decided not to.“And we can do it again?” I asked, leaning forward. I had high hopes for her answer.“And when do you think you might want to do that again?” she asked. She was teasing, but I didn’t know it.It was Saturday. I didn’t have to go to school or anywhere else. “Now?” I asked hopefully.My mother laughed, and her laughter made my head want to explode. It was a.