If we needed something, it probably wasn't out of our reach. I wondered whether these thoughts would make me approach life any differently.After slidi...g out of bed and starting coffee, I was joined in the shower by sweet Mickey. She is so cuddly in the morning when she first wakes up. If she didn't have to go to work, I would take her back to bed and gently make love to her until she cried uncle.We both dressed joining Glenda on the patio. We were a little late getting out there. Mickey had. She should have won, she is a cheerleader and everything,” I enjoined. “Are you attracted to Sarah, Jess?” he asked? “Oh god no. Mr. H,” I protested. “I like guys Mr. H.” “Oh that’s good,” Mr. H noted. He had kind of a funny sound in his voice. “Why did you say that Mr. H?” I asked. “Ah,” he stammered a little I think, “No reason.” I told him I was having trouble again loading a film reel. He felt his way over. His hand touched my shoulder. He touch felt so good. His hand then fell to my breast. Almost a look of... envy? You might like to try it, too? Hmmm?"George relished the soft hand on his cock, the sexy tits rubbing against his chest, and his mind operating at 101 miles an hour. Just as sissy Bill turned the corner, George spun Connie around, and with the weight of his body, gently forced Connie to bend over. Before she knew what was happening, George had maneuvered the startled Connie tits down over the coffee table. He hiked up her skirt and swiftly plunged two fingers into her. The note was typewritten; the previous ones had been scrawled, almost illegible. The instructions were clear; she must wear a dress, no bra. Suspenders and stockings, but not panties. High heel shoes with ankle straps. Jill was surprised by the "no panties" rule; he had seemed to like tugging them down her legs, then ordering her to step from them. Perhaps he just wanted some variety this time.She found herself becoming intrigued, excited even by the letter, like a girl receiving a love letter..