I caught a busback to San Diego feeling very frustrated with what happened.I had to attend a school in San Diego and one night I went out to a clubtha... featured female impersonators. I really enjoyed the show. I gotfriendly with one of the performers; his name was Eric/Erica. We hit itoff really well and he asked me to pick him up later that night after hewas done with the show. I agreed and came back at midnight to pick him upat the back door of the club. I came back a little early and parked. Even I have to look and use both hands with these pants.I have the same problem with bras.Just as I'm remembering that my arms still work, she fills her other fist with hair and lays down on me. Kissing me hard. "You know I still have my pants on?" I ask when she takes a breath.She presses up off me and the couch. "Take your fucking pants off" she orders as she stands up over me. Her clothes seem to fall off while I'm working my sticky zipper. She's right in front of me... in all her naked. A triangle of pubic hair fell deep between her legs, parted only by her crack, still dripping excess water from the shower.Now I slid the soap across her neck and Kari giggled, gleefully. Bubbles dripped over her titties, as I washed her.Neck, arms, underarms — she raised her arms, then lowered as I slicked the soap across her sides.Then, finally, her breasts. Kari cooed and sighed as I took special care with those, rubbing the soap in good, pinching her nipples, sliding the cloth from side to. I wasn't going to let it happen again.It was mid afternoon and we were almost the only ones in the room. A group of three girls sat on stools at the bar, chatting and laughing. We took our beers off to a quiet corner. I could see Harry was giving each of the girls an appraising look."See anything you like?" I said.Harry took a pull on his bottle of beer and spoke under his breath. "Hmm, maybe $120,000. The one on the left possibly a bit more than $40k, not sure. Sparky, ought to train well..