I wonder if I should start dating again? When will I feel I'm not betraying Jenny? When will people be easy about going out with me? If they knew abou... Jenny and me? And what about me? Would I subconsciously start looking for some who was like Jenny or should I deliberately look for someone who was as different as possible or should I just carry on as I am, and let life take its course?I keep thinking of Gwenda. She is funny, emotionally strong, lively, beautiful – but that's just like Jenny.. .My eyes were closed and I let them undress me in the middle of the crowded roomThe music was playing loud as both guys kissed and caressed me as we swayed together…I felt my dress fall in a puddle of silk around my feet. One of these naughty men was behind me, cupping my breasts as licking my neck. His friend was in front sucking my nipples, as he dipped his hand down into my tiny thong; I closed my eyes and opened wide my thighs to give him a better access…They fondled me in the middle of the. The little alcove on which the restroom doors opened was at right angles to the access hall, so no one saw me when I slipped through the wrong door.This time of day, I didn't expect any other women to come into the place, and very few men.I held the door and let it close silently, then waited with my back to the partition that separated the toilet area from the sinks.As she came through the opening, I put one hand over her mouth, and the other around her chest, gently grasping one of her full,. Again proving her expertise at the tailoringcraft, Manny knew he had no room for complaint. Thus he had foundhimself pulling on the shimmering white, woolen robe with cuffs, hem,slits, and hood trimmed in pink ribbon the colour of his armour. Maudehad even embroidered small pink roses, to match those on his shield andhem, at the point of the four slits in the robe's skirts.The sensations Manny had caused since donning the robe were just asnoticeable, but muted in comparison. After all, it still.