She was dressed in a nice pair of pants, no jeans allowed, and a nice blouse that was open at the neck. Perfect for a dance at a catholic high school....I had on a nice pair of black slacks and a light blue dress shirt. I paid for our tickets and we went in to find some friends.The band was a very good local band that was soon to break out into the region around the Great Lakes. When the band started we danced and goofed with our friends until the first slow dance. The rules were that there had. The novelty wore off fast. I pulled out of her oral cavity and indicated that I was done and that she was free to continue her work. Then I turned to the other one who was staring wide-eyed at my love-muscle. She was maybe twenty, beautiful and petite (French for 'small with big brown eyes and long dark hair'). She had been polishing the mirrors in the back and was still half turned away from me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me. She started jabbering away in that incomprehensible. She starts moaning begging for me to come. So what's surprising about all this is that she also loves when I am fully dressed as a woman. She says she gets the best of both worlds. Now that you have some context, let me tell you about what happened tonight. I came home from work and like any other night, she greeted me as I walked in, with love and enthusiasm. Any guy would love to come home to this type of reception. But I could tell tonight was different. She had on some sexy skin tight jeans. Lady Chatterley's Lover. The most famous dirty book of the pre-sex era, if sex started in 1963, as someone once said."Mmm," I said."It's not all smut," Louise said defensively. "Really well written. Evocative of its era."I was stunned. Had this girl had an education she'd been hiding? As if reading my mind, she said,"Yes, I've been to uni. English and German. Dropped out after a year because everyone else was having more fun than me." Well you kept that quiet," I said."They think you're a ponce.