.. I want to feel your rough dry hands smoothly trailing a path down my arms, then locking your hands with mine. I want your arms to close around m..., pressing me suffocatingly close to you, physically telling me you need and want me as close as possible. I want to forget reality as I move back until I feel your hair covered thighs pressing against my smooth supple skin. I want to revel in the difference between our bodies, your broad strong chest pressing against my back swamping my. " I sat and she began to redo my make up, Lipstick, eyes, almost everywhere. Brushes and the like, she even removed my wig and fluffed out my own hair. I have not had a cut in over a year, and she always complains about it, but I don't ever get it cut. Finally after about a half hour, she stood back and said, "There, perfect. Diane, stand up and look in the mirror."Now I know what I expected to see. I mean after all, I was only wearing black panties, but when I looked in the mirror, I could. “As long as I know who it is and approved,” I responded. “I am not a swinger,” Danny quickly responded. “Neither am I,” I replied. “I’m just grasping for straws, something to spice things up a bit.” Danny didn’t say anything in response. I figured the subject matter was dead until several hours later, as we were working together in the backyard cleaning out flower beds, she asked. “So who want to have sex with me?” Her question caught me off guard. “Are you saying you’d be willing to do it?” I. Tell me what you thought when I opened the robe and showed you my goodies?" I smiled at her. She was teasing me now. I didn't mind her doing that though." How come you were touching yourself? Did it feel good?" Of course it felt good. You aren't going to pretend that you don't touch yourself? If you are, don't even try to pretend that with me. I saw your face, and how you were looking at me. I bet that you're going to be playing with your tally whacker as soon as I go back to my room. Am I.