Sure, she has her goals and one of those is to marry me. But unless you think she’s trying to trap me the way Becky did, then I don’t see the prob...em. I’ve been totally honest with Bethany. She knows I’m not committing to her anytime soon. She also knows that Jennifer and I are planning to be together next year.”“Bethany is convinced that’s not going to happen. She told me you were way too sure of yourself about that.”“And what do you think?” I asked. “You speak to Jennifer, too.”“I think. She refused and never discussed it again.Then came marriage. Over time, I was able to integrate panties into mylife, explaining how much more comfy they are than men's stuff. My wiferelented. Over time, I told her about my sisters and their playtime withme. She relented, allowing bras and nighties, and even pretty toes, butno skirts or dresses. That transition, shall we say, took 30 years. But Istill yearned to be Allison, a name that I discovered was perfect for melast year. But dresses and. Since he was also responsible for leaving me on the high seas all dressed up and alone, I hoped that sometime during the night he would fall overboard. I moodily drank my second cocktail of the evening and looked around. Surely my luck would HAVE to change sometime.And then it did. A woman came through the door to the ballroom. She stood there for a moment, letting her eyes adjust, then walked to the bar. As she ordered a drink she looked around the ballroom, allowing me to look her over. She. She became very inquisitive into what I enjoyed. Then it was more of what I enjoyed physically. By this time she had removed her baseball cap & she was now leaning closer to me. This allowed her to use both hands to massage me & the movement was definitely more sensual & her hands were on my upper thigh. She started to massage my inner thigh & I felt her fingers gently brush up against my pussy.I am getting aroused. I was uncomfortable at 1st with her touch but either she is very good or I'm.