“Really, Fred. I don’t know.”He didn’t smile.He just watched her.Patient and confident.*Eventually, she caved. Took him up on his offer of pla...onic coffee on a Saturday evening. She told herself it was absolutely not a date and then spent two hours getting ready. Hair up? Or hair down? Dress? Or jeans? Black dress? Or patterned dress? Lipstick? Or natural? Extended eyeliner flick? By the time she’d finished, she didn’t dare look in the mirror for fear she’d start over.The coffee itself was. Growing up with no men around her may make her project her desire for men onto another woman. She thought about what she had done with Mary and some of the other servant girls that she encountered over the years.Since becoming the queen she had encountered men that weren’t old like the priests but only the important ones that held power in her lands, and they all wore disguises to hide their appearances from her. With all the power that she had Amelia was still powerless to make those men. Angie was still cheerful when the bus driver waved her onto the bus without paying and she again hoped that the man behind her in the queue would follow her up the stairs onto the top deck. He did, Angie deliberately pausing for a couple seconds as she reached the top step deciding whether to go to the front or the back of the bus while she hoped that the man behind and below her was getting a good look at her bare butt and what was between her cheeks.Of course there was no decision to make and. Smithy's wife is bi-sexual and just loves licking pussy. She is the one who taught me how to eat pussy, and although this is not exactly my piece of cake — I did it several times. Mr. Bliss' wife always waits till after we cum, then brings a whip and hits her husband until he is all red. This makes him hard again (I can't understand how!) and then he fucks her right in front of me. She once told me that she was grateful that I seduced her husband as their sex life was dead and I woke it up.