From her dark, out-of-the-way corner, she saw him enter. His grey hair was cut short and she could see where he was balding in the center of his scal... on top. Some young women would just say that he was too old if he had hit on them, but, to Cheyenne, he was "beautiful". Her hands already longed to reach out and touch the slightly wrinkled skin of his arm; she wanted to run her fingertips gently along his jawline. She stepped out of the dark and into his line of sight. He saw her and it. "Yeah. It's going to be tough, I guess. But I figure it's short-term, and I'm gonna be all alone up there, and the busier I am, the quicker the time will go by!" You're working Saturdays, too?" Not at the station, no. But at the school, yeah, all day." Sunday?" Sunday's are free. Except I'll eventually be the station manager. I guess that might involve an occasional interruption, on a Sunday." You're going to be exhausted!" I was hoping you'd make a few runs up to see me, make damned sure I. You touched your lips to my shoulder with a soft kiss. I shivered and moaned again as your hands slid around my waist and down my abdomen nearly touching my pussy but stopping just shy making me even wetter than I already was. "What are you hungry for?" You whispered in my ear, then let your tongue dance on my ear lobe, neck and jaw. My nipples were hard, my breathing was heavy and my underwear were nearly soaked.You're hands came up to my boobs, cupping them in your amazing hands."Um, your. .." ...Though?" Charlotte asks."Though..." I sigh. "There's a part of me that's always going to wonderwhether I am just, you know, 'playing' at being a woman, whether or notI'm really Jamie-Lee or just 'James pretending to be Charlotte'..." N. O," Charlotte insists. "Seriously, Jamie. We look alike, but that'sabout it. Six years ago, we might have been alike, but we've both growna LOT since then. Jamie-Lee Milton and Charlotte Hartley are completelydifferent people. Heh, ask your husband if you.