..” she said, giggling.Oh God, she was such a tease.“Sorry Melanie, that was like an automatic response.”“I know. You’re so funny when you a...t like a little boy.”“Yeah, but little boys don’t screw people silly and wreck people’s lives.”“I do have to ask, was it good?”“It was out of this world. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. No offense intended.”“None taken. I’ll take that as a challenge to prove you wrong someday. But not now. It was really that good? You’re not just saying that?”“It. Jeff was very proud of himself, and he though every little thing about him was perfect. He was pleased to have those big fake muscles, mixed with fat, and covered with hairy thick skin, more than anything. He even loved his own nasty smell, and always loved taking sniffs of his funky armpits, especially when they were sweaty - "Oahhh... The smell of a real man", he always thought to himself.You might think it was just about.. a man smoking in a late night, but it's more than you might think. To. What are going to do with that money you got? I think I will buy some sexy clothes and shoes for our next trip Mary replied. So as the week progressed Mary went shopping and did purchase some very sexy blouses, skirts, panties, bras, garters, stockings and heels.The following week on a Tuesday when Ben got home, she asked Ben when could they do this again. He said let me look into that and let you know latter that evening Ben got on the computer and started researching strip joints in the area. I quickly began to undress, putting my clothes away in my wardrobe and drawers, before going into my en suite and sitting down on the lid of the toilet. Half an hour passed by, and nothing happened. I was already bored. I returned to my room and picked up a book, taking it back into the en suite with me to read. Another hour. I could hear voices outside, drifting up from the garden below, and occasional laughter. Another hour. This is becoming boring. Sitting naked on the toilet lid wasn’t.