Her areola is a delicious brown, round and her stout nipple is erect and staring me right in the face. I suddenly get hard. I don’t just mean hard, ... mean rock hard. My breath is just taken away. Now I don’t mean to brag, but 9 inches of rock hard cock can’t be hidden by a pair of jeans. I immediately jump off of her, and walk upstairs, trying desperately to keep my desire under control. I sit in on my bed and contemplate. I have to have her. I have to. It is not worth it to keep this bottled. In his experience, warm pussies were often attached to clinging women, who wanted themselves to be the primary focus of his attention.But Claire Richardson was a woman who aroused his interest. It had been a given that she was beautiful and successful. He could see that when he met her. Since then, though, he had noticed her buoyant capacity to be girlish, even though her routine demeanor was mature. She took obvious joy in her children, who were good kids, something teachers appreciated. He. Even though my outfits weremore masculine than my church outfit, and I was allowed to go withoutmakeup or a curly hairdo, I still felt exposed. The simple act ofcarrying a purse was radically different than the image I projectedbefore. Plus from the looks I got from my female co-workers, it seemedthat they were aware that my jackets and pants were a female designrather than male. Both the women in my immediate work group, Beth andJeanette, made a point to compliment me on my attire, saying I. Odd, I thought, that a simple sniff of perfume on a perfect stranger could get the attention of my , at present, under-utilized maleness, but I dismissed it as nothing totally out of the ordinary. I told her I was interested in checking out the wiring and plumbing in the cellar, and that she need not get dirty climbing down the cobweb strewn stairs, so she waited in the vestibule. After my inspection of the nether regions of the house, I returned to the main floor where she started in on the.