. They have a natural tendency to always study women... no matter what.Being a woman is being always in the limelight.Yes, I had been noticed but in t...e same way, any woman would be noticed and that felt so good!It was scary at first. People would look at me, and I just knew they were laughing at me.It was only when men started to try and flirt with me that I realized why people were looking. Realized, how it is natural that women are more looked at and studied, more than men.It was odd and. He went fairly quiet and I noticed him running his hand over his legs through his trousers."I am wearing some now." I was a little taken aback but tried not to show it. I didn't believe it at first. I know it was wicked of me, but I couldn't help asking him more questions. I tried to sound light-hearted."How long have you been doing that? How often?" I couldn't help a little giggle. "What does she think? Does she even know?" You can imagine. Not exactly the Spanish Inquisition, but it didn't. She got her things billed and went outside the departmental store. I also paid for the things I bought and immediately followed her. She was a carrying a lot of stuff and that’s why she was walking very slowly. I reached near her and greeted her as if I had found her by accident. I took the poll bags from her hands as it was quite heavy for her to carry. She felt a bit relaxed when I took her bags and we started chatting on our way back to home. We reached home and she unlocked her apartment. Charlotte was still crying, inwardly fighting the warmfeelings that were beginning to wash over her. The dog's tonguewas bringing out the animal in her that had always been lurkingbelow the surface. She battled her surging lust, holding her ownagainst the dog's persistent tongue. Despite herself, she felt herself slipping. She forced hermind to think of other things as the dog's lapping tongue drew herlike a magnet to the murky depths of depravity. She concentratedon her husband,.