Then all at once, they were off the bed and hugging me, kissing my face and cheeks. The one said, "Now we want to show you our gratitude more than we ...anted to welcome you to your new home. Please, Sir, let us."I did separate myself from the lovely ladies and said, "I must make a hasty trip back home. I may see you again tomorrow, but please remember that we will be great friends, but not lovers."The agent was almost laughing when we left, and said "Those four just received more than many. So, off came my clothes, and I jumped into the lake with my husband and we swam around for a bit. Lake water is pretty cold, so pretty soon I needed to get out and try and warm up. I got out and went to get my clothes, but my husband said for me to stay naked because he had a surprise for me. Usually, his surprises are pretty fun, so I said what do you have for me. He said that I needed to cover my eyes so he could get it out and ready, and he did not trust me to not peek, so he rolled up. Moving past my embarrassment at being called on my obvious avoidance of contact with her, I went through the details of the questions I had, all the while distracted by watching her lips part with every word and wondering what it would feel like to kiss her, hug her. Over the next few weeks, I continually made reasons to talk with Ellie–once the initial hesitancy had been overcome, I forged forward with thinly veiled reasons to spend time alone with her in out of the way conference rooms or. There was no connection except for the genitals, and afterwards I just chalked it up to experience without the slightest desire for a repeat performance. In my late twenties, for many personal reasons, I tried to stop dressing and to put the girl on a shelf. And while it didn't work mentally, I was able to suppress the physical dressing part except for a few binges here and there, and even they stopped eventually. The fantasies didn't stop, though, if anything they'd gotten stronger, and they.