I continued going out with Karen for quite a while and we went to numerous pubs, clubs and parties after that. Then as it always happens we lost conta...t for a few years, I continued my “dressing” life. Meeting other girls primarily off the internet, I think this is main way girls get to meet nowadays.One of my other favourite memories was going to “Lipstick” at The Philbeach Hotel in London, what an experience. I arrived there looking like a bedraggled back packer but a few hours later I turned. She then started to gently run her hands up her leg, all the while watching me with her large brown eyes. When she was fully back upright, she unzipped the side of her skirt, and then ran the backs of her fingers up her sides till they were over her head. She started doing what I call the genie dance: gyrating her whole body, starting with her hands and then working the rotation down her arms, through her shoulders, breasts, and hips. As she moved, the skirt started to slip down, slowly. "I was hoping you'd show up," Valerie said, slowly drawing away from Cindy's cream-soaked face.Cindy took a last lick as that juicy cunt slid from her mouth."Let's both work on his big prick, shall we?" Valerie suggested.His prick throbbed at those words.Cindy hesitated, then nodded. Getting the guy involved seemed the best way to keep from being too embarrassed and, too, that big cock-bulge in his uniform trousers looked interesting.The dogs were stirring, still lying on their flanks but with. Pamela moved gracefully around my office peering at pictures and taking in the view out my window. She wore an obviously expensive suit with a boldly plunging neckline that made her look excruciatingly feminine. Long, tanned legs extended from under her slightly too short skirt. Actually, the skirt was not that short, but a bold slit in the front made it most enticing to the eye. She simply looked like a million dollars.I did want to seem too obvious in my lustful examination of her, so I moved.