She was in her early 30's, 5'7", very fit, brunette, skin freckled from the sun, terrific muscular legs and a really awesome rack. She was wearing a y...llow tank top and running shorts, leaving little to the imagination, and on her left hand I noticed what appeared to be a small skating rink. I'm usually oblivious to things like jewelry but that rock was as big as a bottle cap.So she invites me in and tells me how she wants the furniture arranged, where the new pieces go, and so forth. I had. Oh I know you are not a girl! You know dear you are verydefensive about that? Are you worried about not being manly? About beingsoft? about being small and quick? About the chastity device? Oh you thinkthe device is a problem? Well yes everyone does know. Why would I keep ita secret? You are the one with the impotency problem, not me. Oh she isnot laughing. Well giggling maybe. Yes the other women do giggle at it andthe men too. But it is treatment for the impotency issue. Yes you areimpotent!. You search for my other hand in the darkness, finding it not far from the leg I had been rubbing before. You place it on your stomach on the same position of my other hand but on your left side. You place your hands over mine and begin to guide them upwards before releasing, hinting at what you want from me. I don't need to be told twice so I begin tugging, pulling, peeling the shirt from you skin all the time making sure I feel every inch of your magnificent body.You raise your hands toward. We’d touch and flirt like close friends do, but then my feelings for her got complicated. Her boyfriend at the time being the thing that made them complicated. She wasn’t with him any more, hadn’t been for months, but I still felt that awkwardness of not knowing how to be with her. Penny fidgeted again and huffed. “What is the matter?” I asked. “Stupid underwires are digging in,” she muttered. “One sec.” She sat forward and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Then she shoved her hands up.