Well, that's why I want Jeanne too, to fillall those empty spaces in between.That's right, Jeanne. Jeanne with a J and two Ns and an E at the end toc...rtify that he's a real girl, that's what I call him now though hedoesn't know it yet -- he still thinks he's Gene with a G. Jeanne iswilling to go slow and lick me and finger fuck me all night long just asif he were a real girl and couldn't do anything else anyhow. And youknow something? It's wonderful. So delicate! I love it. No. It wasn’t until she moved and I felt her hard nipples rubbing into my flesh that I realised she was topless.“Mmm,” she moaned as she rubbed her chest and stomach across my back. I could hardly believe what was happening, thoughts raced through my mind “Isn’t Amber gay?”, “Am I mistaken at what’s happening?”.“Christ this feels nice,” she muttered as her bare breasts rubbed me hard. As I twisted, trying to make eye contact with her another loud ‘crack’ ripped through the air. Once again a. I said it again to myself, "I really fucked the cleaning girl." I thought, "Damn! Where did that come from?" And the bad thing, or good thing, whichever it may be, is that I am still horny as hell this morning. I haven't seen the cleaning girl today. She must be off since there are not many people working on Saturday. Just thinking of her makes my dick stir in my pants. Damn that was hot. I had been day dreaming all morning about the past days events when my thoughts were interupted suddenly by. She owns a tanning salon in the downtown area. Her house is quaint, but she could afford to do better. Luckily for me, she prefers a small home in the suburbs. One evening after work, I headed across the yard to Gina's. Slipping in the door, I turned a few lights on and headed to the guest bedroom where the tanning bed was. I slipped off my clothes and rubbed some lotion on. Setting the timer for twenty minutes, I lay in the bed and promptly fell asleep. I awoke in darkness and could feel.