‘Nope,’ Amber said, ‘all man.’ She smiled slyly, turned and left the room. I stood there, my arms still holding air where her body once stood....There was art in her kiss. I plopped down in the desk chair and stared at the screen. YouTube started another song entitled ‘Thank You.’ I let it sweep over me as I concentrated on the kiss. I didn’t want another woman. No, that was no longer true. I didn’t want another Sandra was more accurate. Amber had unknown issues. She also had artistic lips and. She yelled, told me to get off, threatened to call police, you name it. Then I untied her bikini bra in both places – on her mid-back and neck. She yelled ‘Get off me, you perv!’ I told her ‘Ok, but I’ll take a souvenir,’ and with force I took her bikini bra off of her, although she was holding it with all her might, at the meantime standing up and stepping beside her. ‘Well, I’m off of you, turn around and get up! I’ll see your tits anyway – sooner or later,’ I continued moral attacking in a. Then one day I received a message via the "dating" site from a cross-dresser in a neighbouring country. He/She liked my profile and wanted to know if I would be interested in a meeting. I was instantly aroused and curious. I wrote back that I would love to meet. There was however the problem of distance and the fact she was in another country. She assured me that she could arrange a meeting. He/She had to come to my town for business soon. If I wanted to meet her, she would arrange a free. Rick didn't pay much attention to her secluded work. For what he knew, she was probably working on something for the company or was just browsing the internet. Till came Friday. Everything was in place. It was about 6 in the afternoon and Rick had just arrived from work. The older woman, brushed her long, dark hair with her fingers, as she waited for Jim's responce on the instant messenger. She was fake-flirting with him every day since, and had him all wrapped up."Sure, 8 o'clock sounds.