I lay there listening to her breathing as it became faster and faster. I rolled over to face her and really couldn't make out anything in the darkness...and then allowed my hand to fall against her. She was naked.As soon as my hand touched her, she stopped."Lori, are you awake?" she whispered softly, then waited silently for an answer.Laying there, listening to her labored breathing, I really didn't want her to stop what she was doing, it was turning me on, too, which I was enjoying. So, I didn't. ” Cynthia felt powerless to do anything but comply. She began nervously looking around, to see who could see their goings on. She tried to push his hand away but the way he was touching her was causing her mind to be clouded. Her pussy lips felt so good and the wetter she became the more her inhibitions were washed away. She regretted her rather flimsy, ill-thought out plan almost immediately, being willing to concede that Esteban was far more of an exhibitionist than she had ever been. . A few people would stare orwhisper to themselves now and then but as time passed things changed.The women only seemed to notice the outfits or the shoes or the hairsets now. The men checked out the jiggly silicone breast forms, thesmooth legs and the shiny swishing nylons and the wide hips and mincingwiggle courtesy of the high stiletto heels. And then it was back homeand at the end of the day the bedtime ritual continued."I don't want that pink cream tonight aunt Madge, please? I don't. Maggie worked her way over to the new guy’s secretary. She was also an older woman, probably in her middle or late forties, trim, neat and professional. ‘Can I get a few minutes with the, ‘boss’?’ She inquired. ‘Absolutely, Maggie, Steve’s been expecting you. He’s not on the phone, so just go on in.’ The secretary told her, adding in a hushed tone. ‘You’re going to like him!’ That was a switch, Maggie thought. The previous one always kept the young sales reps waiting in the reception area as.