She handed him a pair of black high waist cut ladies slacks saying, "Here, try these." Pants?" he asked sounding almost disappointed. He was currently...wearing a white denim miniskirt and matching pumps with three-inch heels."Remember work? Although you look very cute in my skirt, my little macho man, you've still got to go there and finish that deal." she replied. "I'm hoping to find something for you to wear. What about you? You think that people are going to take you serious wearing that?". Inside we soap each others bodies slowly, lovingly. Caressing the skin and crevasses. We look deeply into each other eyes and with no words exchange understand each other completely. The emotions thick in the air. And while I ache for you sexually there is immense pleasure in touching, feeling, sensing, smelling and enjoying the closeness and feeling unencumbered by clothing. We dress in light airy fashionable clothing, linens and bright colors for the beautiful Italian places we have planned. He’s holding it in his hand and running it all along my slit before he presses it right up to the opening. “Are you ready for me, Lanie?” I love that he asks if I’m ready, and I get a little shiver when he says my name. “Yes,” I whisper. “I’ll always be ready for you.” He moans at my words, and shoves his cock inside me. I push my hips back to meet him. He’s so tall, he has to bend his knees a little to work this angle, but I like that it lets me feel every inch of him…and there are a lot of. I feel him blow his hot load deep inside me which makes me orgasm again. We dry ourselves off and i pull him into the bedroom. We climb into bed, laying down facing each other. He hold me tightly. One of his legs is laying over my lower one and i drape my upper leg over and around him. I run my fingers over his back sending shivers up his spine. We kiss gently but passionately for a while then just hold each other until he fall asleep. After an hour or two i slip quietly out of bed,.