Maybe so. When’s the next meeting?”“Tomorrow, actually. They meet at the GameStop on University Parkway.”“Thanks, I’ll check it out.” He...ring the steam from Antonio’s iron, Michael remarked, “Dude, you’re fucking obsessed with clothes. It’s a little disturbing.”“What can I say? The ladies love a man wearing a freshly pressed shirt!”“Yeah, right. I’d bet you’re in the closet. Great cover, by the way,” Michael snorted.“Hey, that hurts,” Antonio whined, feigning a heart attack. “I can’t help it if. I have muscles in places that most girls don't have muscles, thanks to carrying those heavy packs all these years. Being female on the front line didn't cut any slack and I would have never asked for any slack.My boobs had filled out more and sagged a little, some of the side effects of getting older. I was a very full C cup now and my nipples were larger and more pronounced; just the right kind for getting pierced. I giggled at that. I'll have to think about that more. I kinda liked that that. One afternoon the wife and I had an argument and in a jealous rage she decided to fly home to mom. Once she left I started looking through the yellow pages for gay clubs in the area and that night called a place locally. I spoke with the bartender who was really nice. I told him I wanted to hook up with someone and he said I should just come over and I'd definitely be able to score. I explained how closeted I was and how I couldn’t risk the possibility of running into someone from work and. Our legs now two pairs of open scissors as our pussies met. This time it was Jeannie who gasp and began to moan. Each holding one another's thigh we both began grinding. The water swirling around us was so warm and wonderfully sensual as our passion rose. Jeannie locked her eyes on mine and I said, "I love your beautiful pussy against mine." Oh God this feels good," she replied. I reached up and started to at first gently pinch one of her nipples. And she reached out doing the same to me. We.