Just take me in your car and follow Wendy."Kristen led me to her car, which was a classic expensive sports car. She opened her door and unlocked my do...r with the power lock. She started the car, and I noticed that her Camaro was a stick shift. I had only seen Wendy drive a manual transmission before, and I watched Kristen as she expertly used her athletic feet to expertly manipulate the clutch and the accelerator.Kristen and I drove around to where the girls were still getting into Wendy's. All of those images are in your brain, locked in your memory. All I had to do was pull them out and replace my image with theirs. That’s how I entertained my last two husbands after I let them find out about me.”“Can you do that with a group of people; say a bar full of men?”“Yes, but only for a couple of minutes, it would take too much energy to keep up the illusion.”I felt sort of silly standing there with my pants around my ankle slowly losing my erection as I assumed the role of journalist. That perfect grin is part cheeky and part sexy – it drives me wild. I watch you remove my clothes enthusiastically and I feel a surge to my core as your energy washes over me. I am bulging inside the trousers, my own excitement obvious. I take off the unbuttoned shirt as you move your hands to my chest, touching me tenderly, stroking the hair and my nipples. You lean your head to me and suck and bite on a nipple as I continue to remove the shirt. A zing of electricity runs through me and to my. Please don't tell my wifeshe is already mad at me. I'll do anything for you just don't tell mywife."I'm thinking than I am going to end up cleaning two apartments how. However, that is not what she wanted. She sat on our kitchen table shepulled up her dress and said"Here boy I'll give you some strange panties to sniff."She spread her legs and waved me over. I know I was thinking what haveyou got yourself into George. As if I was in a daze, I knelt before her inmy own kitchen and put my lips to.