. Shaved carefully every part of my body including around my kitty (I have a muff). Even if the rules were no fucking... Ya just never know, so I want...d to be ready. Besides, me knowing that Im all fresh n clean and smooth makes me feel sexier. I rubbed a mild, silky lotion on my legs n arms. I pick out my dress and do my make up, slow n with purpose to look perfect... Then...I start my period. Fuck! I laugh. Nice. My luck. Owell. It doesn't matter because we're not fucking, but now probably no. Little did I know my levels of hedonistic delight were just about to go through the roof.Angela removed her hand from my pussy and slid it down my inner thigh to my right knee. She placed her other hand on the inside of my left knee and deftly manoeuvred herself between my legs. Her hands pushed my legs apart. She smiled at me. “I think you’ll enjoy this”.Enjoy is a word that doesn’t scratch the surface when it comes to describing the pure, unadulterated pleasure I was about to experience. Her. I cursed myself for choosing this sparsely cruel existence. Whether through depression or exhaustion in these last few weeks of July, I rarely ate. For the first time in my sheltered life, I had a genuine reason for misery although I found no comfort in this fact. I was attracted to the mysterious constancy of waves, and occasionally the inscrutable ocean seemed like sweet respite. Since my unfamiliarly masculine hands no longer required the active leadership of my brain, I was left with much. Several women from our area approachedto meet the high score bowler on our team. I chatted with them in a mostladylike manner, speaking softly and with lots of expression, while myteammates did their best to support me. I guess I convinced everyone becausethey were all so courteous, gracious, and well wishing to me and hoped to seeme again next year. All the coaching I had received had been worth it. Thedeception worked! We ended the affair with a photo session. I was a bitconcerned about that.