The realization that he was going to be dressed similar to them for alonger period of time than they typically wore their work clothesduring the day e...cited George while he gazed out his hotel window andsaw the abutting parking garage where his rental car was parked.George paid a high premium so that he could pick the car up in the cityand drop it off at the closest facility to his home, but George feltthat getting to spend so many hours en femme would be worth everypenny.George put down his. He is there, in the dark. I can feel his presence, and I try to find him, the mist and darkness obscure my view. At last I see him, his eyes, staring at me, taking in my body. I am vulnerable, his for the taking. Yet, he is still, watching me, not venturing closer. He has won, and I am his prize. He will take me when he wants, yet he does not move to consummate his victory. Still, he does not move closer, his distance never changes, his eyes have found mine and do not waiver. He does desire. Then she saw the way Camilla was looking at the priest. No, Camilla, she thought, is nothing sacred to you? ‘Idols cannot speak…or see,’ he continued, his penis rising. ‘Neither can we…if we adore them. Idolatry is…a false love…that blinds us. As Shakespeare wrote…in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, ‘Love looks not…with the eyes…but with the mind.” ‘Cute, and intelligent,’ Camilla whispered. ‘Sexy in my eyes.’ She continued giving him his psychic hand job. Candice looked in horror at her. Not with a. She would grab Dodie’s hand and press it against the stubble of her pubic hair or against her free breast and its protruding nipple. She would pull up the singlet or tee-shirt that Dodie wore and press her tongue on the small protuberance of bosom or the nipples that so easily became harder and more excited. This was as nothing to her attentions towards her sister, whose penis was almost immediately grabbed, massaged and often inserted directly straight into her cunt or, on occasion, her anus..