His breathing became heavier, I knew he was aroused. Eventually I asked “are you ready”. “Yes, go and get ready”. I went into the bedroom and...stripped off my street clothes until I was just wearing a light polo shirt, panties and stockings. Next I stepped into a nice light skirt borrowed from my wife's wardrobe, lay down on the bed and called “ready for you now”. He came into the room, looked hungrily at my body then leant over me and kissed me on the lips, thrusting his tongue deep inside. The midday sun hadn’t yet risen to parch everything. Cal’s hopeful attitude was fresh and cool. He glanced around at the expansive parking lot. In place of the weeds growing through the pavement he pictured employees’ cars. At nine in the morning, work would already be well under way.He wasn’t certain if his imaginings were of yesterday’s cars, whose owners assembled portable typewriters, or those that he hoped would be there in the not-too-distant future. He was old enough to remember when the. ” Shit! “We were just so out of synch. We were supposed to be working on the same part, but it was like we were working on two different pieces. It just wasn’t blending. What should I do?”“I don’t know, love,” Lissa said, cradling my head. “Let’s take a bath and go to bed. We’ll hope we can see something better in the morning.”I realized I really didn’t know why Melody was upset.I cued up the music I was going to paint to today. The day started in the mid-forties, but it was warming up rapidly. She Didn,t do herself any favours boasting openly to me on past Lovers she,d cheated on and I knew she,d do the same to me if we ever got serious. Thankfully Uncle Sam came to the rescue and following her driving me to the airport, having people take photos of us myself in my uniform and Helena in tight brief shorts and tight top which showed off her trade mark titties to full advantage then a long passionate snog while she rubbed my cock through my uniform trousers regretfully. “Write me as.