.. um... wish you wouldn't go any... higher."He smiled slyly and asked, "And why is that? What would you like me todo? Or what would you like to do ...or me? Hmmm?" I remembered that lineabout never getting into cars with strangers. Majors inhaled the perfumeMissy had sprayed on me and complimented it. I tried desperately tothink of something to stall him, to prevent him from exploring between mythighs. Even with the false pussy he might discover my male bits. Withtrembling fingers I. .. so different to how he used to feel in men's heavy, stuffy clothing.He twirled around for Kathi and was consciously aware of the hem of his skirt and slip at his knees. The soft slip caressed his nylon-clad thighs. They both went into the living room and sat on the couch. She reminded him to elegantly sweep his skirt back before sitting and they both sat there with their legs crossed sexily. He twirled his foot several times just to luxuriate in the feeling of his pantyhose and dress."How. Apparently, it was not the manly thing to do among his drinking buddies, worrying about 'her' orgasm.His socks were amazingly dry, and they wound up stuffed inside the shoes and pushed under the bed. I stood up to open his shirt. It was soaking wet, the Genius having neglected to either wear a jacket or carry an umbrella. Also not manly. As I worked on the buttons, his hands came around and slid into the back of my panties. My ass cheeks were warm from sleep, his hand wet and cold. I wanted to. She left the bathroom, and returned wearing the shirt again, she gave me the dressing gown. She led the way downstairs.There was a bag on my kitchen table. "Do you eat Indian?" Love it." Good."She drew some plastic boxes covered in frost and a bag of rice from the bag, and started clattering pans and beeping the microwave."Sally." I asked hesitantly, "There is a spare room upstairs. I was thinking..."She paused."Would I have to sleep in the spare room?" Of course not."We looked at each other..