As she was moving around the exam table, she must have caught my gown on her stethoscope that was hanging from her pocket. My gown was just covering m... waist area by this time and as she moved it fell to the floor. My cock is about eight inches when soft, and as I looked up at her surprise, I could see her eyes were glued to my groin. She started to apologize for the accident. I stopped her and told her it was okay. She reached for the gown, but as she bent down she once again was staring. Our. Her grin shows her approval and I comfort myself with the feel of her warmth surrounding my lower body.Jerzey, my angel, begins to move. Her head drops to my chest and she slides her satin shrouded body against mine, her hard nipples sending fire through my belly. The feel of her hair on my shoulders is merely an antecedent to the exquisite softness of her skin. I yearn for her and she knows it, and remains elusive."Honey, please," I gasp, but she only laughs a little and tosses her hair, its. I am a late 40s CD/TV who is VERy bi curious. I have been dressing for many years but only recently found what I like and what I want. I love satin, have a smoking fetish and love talking dirty online. I requent most of the usual places online and many chat rooms.I met Phil online while i cruised one day and we chatted for many weeks. We shared the same fantasies and turn ons. He lived close by which surprised me. He was mid 40s, married with c***dren. His wife had been I'll and so he wasn't. I knew the girls talked, as did the people we knew in the community and at the tennis club. We both had money, never seemed to work, didn’t have a set schedule. The general consensus was that we were drug dealers. It got to the point that we would get stopped and have our car searched on a regular basis, and people we barely knew were wanting to know if we could ‘hook them up’. A couple of phone calls from some very high priced lawyers ended the harassment, and a few well placed ‘FUCK OFFs!’.