Skirt, blouse with matching emblems, guarder belt, stockings, G-string panties, high heels and to top it all off a red wig.I grab the hanger with the ...kirt and blouse and rush back into the living room, “What's this? You don't want me to wear this do you? I'd look like a girl. I'm not a girl.” My indignation apparent. You just look at me patiently for a moment. “Its my fantasy. I'm not saying you're a girl. But, you have to admit under the circumstances... what have you got to lose?” I'm still. I rolled off her and looked at her beautiful body and asked, "did you cum?" Almost. It's okay. No one has been able to make me orgasm like that in a long time anyways."I groaned my distress and literally felt sick from my lack of being able to pleasure her.She picked up on my que and tried to comfort me, "No! It's not you. You were really good. It's my stupid body. Besides, I can have orgasms by other means than penetration alone."I still felt like shit, but my spirits picked up a little. "What. ........Tim in the mean time had arranged that his Rugby playing friends Alan and Frank (big frank as opposed to Jenny Frank)who Amanda had been informed had a “deformed Whopper of a dick” when Amanda had enquired what was “deformed” about it he had replied that the first 7 inches or so was normal but another 3 inches or so hooked “up and left” as a result of a childhood accident to which Amanda had replied “cant wait” he was getting a couple of others interested as well , and as it went on it. "She laughed tipsily, standing up. "What good does it do to feel sensual when there's just us two here?"What good indeed, I didn't say. She did, however, seem to like the idea. This gave me hope and made me wetter. I stood and headed for the sliding glass doors that marked the entrance to the backyard and the redwood deck that contained the hot tub. She followed me.I was out of my clothes in less than a minute. My shorts, socks, shoes, shirt, and bra became an unruly pile next to the door. I.