‘I could tell you to fuck off’, he muttered for although he hadn’t found a companion on a sort of an available timetable, like she had been he d...d have other names of willing women in the file of his computer plus their photo. However, Eliz in the time they had been together had been equal to any woman that he had known, boy did she know how to fuck and when she sucked him his teeth had almost rattled so to just dismiss her was not on the agenda; he texted back. “Sounds great, where and when. Now, suddenly, I do. I don’t know why, except maybe it’s the way you smell.’ He was startled. ‘The way I smell?’ ‘Yes. Pure male, no artificial additives.’ ‘Because deodorants would make the animals suspicious, I told you.’ ‘You did. I’m surprised you can’t smell me, I’m so wet.’ He grinned. ‘I can.’ She began to unbutton her shirt, his eyes fixed on her hands. A smile spread across his face as she cast the shirt aside, reaching for the button on her waistband, sliding the zipper down, lifting. Back into the crowd she rushed, I with her, and did the same thing, talking baudily, and kept this up until it was time for her to go home.I said I should walk home with her. The village-road had but occasional oil-lamps; at places it was quite dark, loving couples were walking or turning off into dark bye-places by hedges and fences to satisfy their amatory wants. This I pointed out to her, and talked of the prints she had seen in Fanny Hill that morning. Altogether she had gone through enough. I had dabbled with cross dressing over the years and quite enjoyed being “en-femme” now and again in the privacy of my own home, but Marci had encouraged me, even sent me bits to wear. She was quite turned on by the thought of men in sexy undies etc. Over the months, our online chats and e-mails had become more revealing including exchanging kinky pictures, progressing to chats and phone calls like the one last night. But last night we had finalised plans to get together and that was.