You'd be wearing a nice dress and heels. Red lipstick and red nail varnish.After making small talk he would get onto how lucky I am to be with you and...how good you look in your dress. You would swap your legs so that he could see more of your thigh from his seat, and I'd place my hand above your knee and say how lucky I am and we would agree what a stunner you are.We would continue to talk and he would occasionally drop a flirty remark about your looks and how sexy you are, after a while we. Remember, she is just a few years into her womanhood and she might not be ready."She crawled in under the covers, just as Debi came out of the bathroom. "Hey, Deb, come here a second." She appeared in the door. "There are more towels in the linen closet and an extra blanket in your bedroom closet if you need them." his wife said. "OK," Deb responded. Then his wife reached over the covers and cupped his bulging crotch with her hand. "Look at this Deb. I think he liked the massage more than you. The detail seemed so real, damn could that girl write. Then she posted a story about being picked up by two guys in a bar. Now it was really beginning to bother me. The stories themselves would be a turn-on to most people because they were so well written. But since it was my Charly writing them it began to bother me. After I read the threesome story I was rather solemn. I walked in the other room and just kind of sat in my chair.Charly got back from shopping and saw me just sitting there. She. "Can I sit here then?" Sure, if you want to." The initial fright had worn off. I could see the man was probably in his early fifties, he had short hair, balding and a slight paunch out front. He seemed kind and friendly so I wasn't scared. "The name is Bill. What's yours?" he asked."Jay." I replied."Nice to meet you Jay. This your first time here? I can tell." Bill was a very upfront kind of guy, a no-bulshitter man. I looked him over and my eyes stopped to look at his crotch. His member had.