The dress finished with a high neck thatcovered where my adam's apple should have been.My forearms were covered in lacey fingerless gloves that reache... up tomy elbows and my fingernails were long, oval and painted a glitterypink.The hair was the next ridiculous thing to the dress. Gone was my usualclose cropped hair cut that I usually had and in it's place was a maneof perfectly styled blonde ringlets that reached down my back and on topof it all was another bow, this one was pink held held. “No, not at this time.” I replied.“Well,” she added as she stood from the chair while still maintaining eye contact with my wife, “Follow me, won’t you?”She stood and led the way back down a hallway with many rooms off to both sides, the doorways sheltered by only a heavy curtain. She finally turned into the second opening on the left, turned and motioned for us both to join her. Once inside the tiny space, she asked my wife to remove her coat and have a seat up on the padded table. As my wife. With pluck pluck sound I made a full entry and she held me tight with her hands and legs tightly wound around me. We never thought of the moral value of our act.It was only physical lust. I fucked her slowly and then increased speed and she shouted that she is cumming. I went on fucking and I too reached my orgasm and shot my fluids into her. My my erection was intact and when I pulled out she got up and washed her cunt. She saw my erection and wanted another fuck then and there.Again making. Sam was a weird one, I guess I think I’m trying to say. Not simply because he couldn’t keep his zipper up, either. He and women had a peculiar relationship, and a simple understanding developed between he and his ‘female friends’ almost immediately. He was alpha, if you know what I mean, as in alpha male. Almost a decade in the NFL had given him a sort of name recognition too, at least in the states, but that alone didn’t account for his single-minded interactions with the opposite sex. I.