I was right in the middle of taking her in the ass, for the fourth time Sunday evening, when Terry Gilchrist walked through the door."Jesus, Dave, don...t stop just yet, I'm almost there, and it's a big one too." I had paused as soon as I heard the front door open."Hi Terry, can I trouble you to give us another ten minutes, please?"When I said that, Cynthia became aware that one of my roommates had returned. I don't know what I thought she might do, but what she did was just put her head down. Stephany closed her eyes, and after a simple kiss on the lips, we looked at each other. Seeing her shyly smile, I sensed she was a little buzzed, I instinctively took her drink and as I sat it on the coffee table, she asked, “What’s wrong?”Sitting my drink down too, I turned and as we looked at each other, I smiled and then putting my hands on her waist, I asked, “Are you okay?”Smiling, she nodded her head and as I leaned into her again, Stephany closed her eyes. Kissing her, she turned her. No, that was wrong. He couldn'tsimply act like a woman. He had to BE a woman, every word, everygesture, every thought. If there really was a Michelle hidden within hissubconscious (as he'd imagined since his sixth birthday)--he had to allowher to take over. Completely.Laying the lingerie aside (there was a hook with a clothes hanger set intothe door), he began to disrobe, peeling off his top in a single lithemovement. His hair spilled over his shoulders in a blond waterfall,cascading down to. In my head I was excited that this older man was interested in me, and at the same time, I could play like a tease and make him work to get it. I tried to take the bag with the bra and panty after his paid for it but the cashier lady gave him the bag. I said ‘ hawe, give it to me’. And he said’ no, you must have coffee with me’. Then I said, ‘ what makes you think I cannot buy my own underwear?’. He laughs at me and says, ‘ areh, if you have coffee with me. I am a photographer. I see you naked.