I moved closer and stood between her legs and pulled off my tee shirt, my flagpole standing loud and proud, her eyes widened.I reached forward and sta...ted to slowly undo the buttons on her blouse and her matching red bra soon came into view, she looked up in anticipation as I pulled her blouse off her shoulders, I could see her hardening nipples through the fabric and I unclipped it and pulled it aside, her pert little titties staring me in the face. I leant forward and flicked each nipple with. She tried to keep her tits covered but the blouse was too small, I saw the nipples on both of them as we danced. I got a hard cock ! I pulled her close and pressed my erection against her belly and told her I wanted her. I told her I wanted to take her out to my car and fuck her. She said that we could not do it that way, we would have to have her husband there if I wanted to fuck her. I told her that would be alright with me.I took her back to her table and offered to get a round of drinks.. They seemed even more beautiful than my mother's. Her skirt was longer with a slit that showed a lot of thigh as she slid across the seat of the Mercedes and out the door. There was a flash of expanded stocking top and even a glimpse of garter clip on her dark tan sheer, sheer stockings. My already hard cock got harder. She moved gracefully toward the house on 3inch dark blue patent leather pumps. She had an amused look on her face, missing nothing, enjoying the company of these beautiful. When I had the house to myself, I would also put on various femme clothes that I have. It just felt good to feel sexy but it didn’t mean I wanted sex. I have been contemplating this paradox for the past several weeks. If you have any insight, please let me know.As I was doing this, I continued to correspond with my semi-regular BBC, Paul. He went out of town to visit family in Nashville but I was sending him some pictures of some of the new clothes I had purchased. I bought a few things from.