I was so horny, desperate toorgasm myself, and began to rub my cock through the soft fabric of thedress. "Ah, no touching your little clitty!" Joe war...ed, wagging afinger at me. I quickly removed my hand, fearful of upsetting him. "Goodgirls never touch their clitty, they only get to cum from being fuckedin the arse, understand me?" he asked. Without need for words I quicklystood up and with a practiced shimmy of my hips the black velvet thongslipped down my legs and I stepped out of it,. But nothing changed in fact it got worse as she continued Dan was pointing her out saying things about her and touching her slapping her bum etc. and been suggestive. I felt slightly awkward but horny as fuck although I eventually said I should go. They both begged me not to go giving reasons to stay but I just had the feeling as soon as I went they would be going straight to bed.I left but for the next week couldn't get Helen out of my head and when I met with Dan he said how disappointed. Tammy was the best at this because she almost always had short dresses on and had a lovely shaven pussy, and would ask what I thought of her thighs and would I like to get in-between them; One day I was in the garden working on my car, when Tammy came out with a cup of tea and said Susan my wife had gone into Birmingham’s bull ring shopping centre, she stood in a passion that she knew I could see right up her mini skirt, she said that she was leaving Ray (her husband) because he wanted, and. I have to say, as weird as it sounds, the hair lady did a good jobstyling it into something more like what a woman would wear. She evencolored it blonde and gave it "texture", which I still don't really getbut it does look way better with my new face than it did. For $300 itbetter (I didn't pay, don't worry). The really crazy thing is it turnsout the stylist had been a model and called one of her old Ford ModelingAgency friends. Anna, the agent, actually lives in Philly and came tomeet me.