Hurt themselves." Katherine laughed as I discarded the phone by my pillow, watching her breasts as she leant forward so they fell against my face. Her...hips ground down on my crotch: riding my cock faster and faster.It had been a long, long time since I had last had sex, but it felt better than I had ever remembered: the fiery sensations firing across my genitals as she rocked her hips with wild abandon. I was there; I was ready to climax. I muttered her name; I warned her. She kissed me,. I used to work at a drycleaners taking in clothes after school and then I would beresponsible for locking up. I would dream endlessly aboutclosing time when I would lock up and try on whatever my heartdesired. Dresses, skirts, pant suits, jumpers, blouses, orwhatever came through that afternoon I would make a mental noteto pull it out of the hampers to try on. Sometimes I would onlyfind one or two items I really liked, but at other times, I triedon armloads of clothes. Sometimes I would. I found myself examining her every curve, every tiny detail of her. I sipped idly on my drink, desperately wondering if it was time for my Plan B.Her skirt had fallen away, exposing almost the entire length of one silky smooth leg as she dangled her black pump on her toes. I was aching to touch, to explore, to draw my fingertips along her creamy skin. My gaze traced upward from her heels, a sudden image of her panties dropped around her slender ankles filling my thoughts. I imagined them in. ”“You are worthy of feeling good.”“Gerald, sit down, please. I want to change clothes.”“I could follow you in to your room and help.”“Gerald, you would hinder and I would assist you. Stay here.” I sat down and waited. It wasn’t long before she came out wearing tight shorts and a halter top.I whistled. “You look great again.”“Would you walk with me, Gerald?”“Gladly.” I had stood when she walked in the room. She took my hand and we walked outside. We walked in the bright sunshine enjoying each.