Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.If you keep your feet firmly on the ground, you'll have trouble putting on your pants.A computer on...e beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing.Ever stop to think and forget to start again?When I married Mr. Right, I had no idea his first name was Always.My wife got 8 out 10 on her driver's test--the other two guys managed to jump out of her way.There may be no excuse for laziness, but I'm still looking.Women spend more time. It was rare that wewere not at one or the others house on any given weekday much lesssleeping over on a weekend. Over time we had the usual jack offsessions, etc. One thing we never talked about was that I was acrossdresser. It had been my secret throughout our friendship. Perhapspartly because I always felt a little intimidated by Mike as he wasconsiderably taller and stronger than I was.That changed one night while Mike was spending the night. After myparents had gone to bed for the. Her legs were spread wide, open to him. Her thin t-shirt was damp with sweat, clinging to her breasts, nipples visible through the white cotton. She looked sexual; wound up and desperate. “If you don’t want to stroke it, you can slap it instead.” he'd said.She'd whimpered. “Do it, baby.”She'd done it and as she relished in the memory, Olive did it again. Opening her legs, she raised her hand and let her trembling fingers slap down against her wet, swollen pussy. It stung. Her legs tried to. I'd been trying to hold it in out of embarrassment, but I couldn't help but moan loudly at that point. "God, your moan is really hot. And these tits... amazing. I can't believe you're a virgin." The pause while he made that comment wasn't long. Soon, one of his hands held my waist while the other trailed down my inner thigh, making me shudder in anticipation. His fingers rubbed against my pussy, which was still covered by my now-wet panties. "Hey, I think it's time for these to come off, you're.