"I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the G-string....She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a red satin camisole, garter, nylons and black patent leather pumps. She came over to the edge of the bed where I was sitting, grabbed my balls through the pouch, and told me to open my mouth. She then stuffed my mouth with a couple pairs of her panties and tied a scarf around my head to. So this guy was browsing the store and eventually ended up by the magazine racks. He picked up a few and started flipping through them. I didn’t really pay attention to the particular magazines he was scanning. Since the rack goes from about eye level to the floor, he started at the top and ended up kneeling to go through the magazines on the lowest shelves, the whole time keeping up his end of the conversation as he browsed. The bottom shelf happened to hold the gay magazines, sort of down low. Meanwhile, I was looking at her boobs from the open button of her suit. She noticed it and gave me a decent smile. I was getting hard erections and situation was going out of control. Suddenly I don’t know what happened and I kissed her wildly. I nearly chewed her lips making a bite mark on her lower lip. She pushed me back and we stopped. She said nothing and asked to leave.We were coming down through the lift and reached the basement parking. Again I gave her smooch deeply and my erected rod. Sherri came out and sat next to me on the bed. She wiped away a stray hair from my face. I was nervous but I looked up. She took my wine glass and set it on the table. ‘You’re very pretty, Brooke.’ I was shy and smiled. Sherri said ‘I mean it. Didn’t you notice all those other girls tonight? They all looked ‘hard’. You were the one who tried to look like a woman.’ I smiled and looked at Sherri again. ‘Thank you. I’ve always felt somehow different and tonight was really magical for me.’ Then.