I mean, after all, whatstraight guy would want to dress as a girl, right? But the idea was bothexciting and frightening. Also, I hated to admit it, bu... for somereason, the idea of being paid for it, made me even more excited. Whatthe hell was wrong with me?I headed outside to get some air and clear my head. Though as I headedout, I discovered quite quickly that if I was going off the porch I'dhave to do so barefoot. Apparently spike heels sink into the ground,another learning experience.Jim. I did not expect more than 1 or 2 guys so going at a slow time might be good.We arrived at the ABS and there were about 6 cars in the parking lot. We bought the theater tickets and headed back. We entered and stood by the door while our eyes adjusted. She grabbed my arm and held it. That initial plunge into darkness can be intimidating. The theater had about 10 seats in 2 rows in a semi-circle around the screen. There were 4 guys in the theater. They all looked like they were stroking their. Stepping in, the warm water dripped down my head and onto my perky breasts. I grabbed the shampoo and started to lather it on my head, then rinsed it off, and did the same with the conditioner. Before I started to clean my body with the soap, I suddenly got nervous about the meeting with Professor Harriet. Absent-mindedly I reached down with my right hand and started to stroke my vagina… something I normally do when I am nervous and alone. (It helps calm my nerves). I began to let my mind. Your ass rubs along my thigh. My face caresses your arm. The next door neighbor’s TV is on way too loud but when you spin that stupid little thing and it comes up yellow – your hand skimming right past my cock, over my balls yellow – I couldn’t give a fuck about Jeopardy or whatever stupid game show they’re watching next door. We’re both getting really warm and starting to sweat. Left knee blue sounds like a righteous fart, a big ripping sound when I pull free of the plastic and lunge for.