On occasion when I'm in no rush to get back to sleep, I will meander near his room to catch a hint of what goes on in his life. Some nights I hear mus...c, some nights there is laughter, and some nights there is crying.One night I approached and the closer I got, the quieter it felt until curiosity had me almost up against the door. Then I heard it...Moaning, talking and what I assumed was the sound of skin smacking against each other.What must it be like? I wondered.I was twenty-three and had. I was on a chaise lounge,leaning back sipping a Bay Breeze, wearing my strappy heels over a pairof rather dark pantyhose. My toenails were neon red and showed throughthe hose. I had a pink/red bra on over my breast forms, my longbrunette wig, full makeup and jewelry, and a thin straw stuck in mymouth.Billy was lavishing my pretty legs with his energetic tongue. He movedjust above my knee and was working his way up. My body was free of hairof course, and I loved the feel of his tongue through. "We wouldn't want to get caught."I couldn't take it any longer. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" I pushed Tracy off of my lap and stood up, slamming my hands down on the table.I looked into each of their faces, glaring. Natty had been shaken out of her stupor, and looked startled. Robert returned my glare with equal intensity. Tracy looked like she was about to cry. God, she looked sexy. Her lower lip stuck out in a pout, an expression that made her look so very innocent."I thought you were cute,". , added more smuttiness’ to me, and when I looked into the mirror, I saw a gorgeous, curvy, slim, women! And enjoying the moment.My colleague Shyam who is also of my age and designation phoned me that he is on the way to my home to have signature me for a report to be presented very next day in Delhi. When the phone is switched off , the door is knocked. Hence I have opened the door with hesitation and invited to come in.Shyam surprised to see me in that wear. He is very slim have a romantic.