She was around 5ft 6, green eyes with brown hair and from what I could see her breasts were at least a B cup maybe a C cup.We became good friends over...the first 6 months and on Valentines Day I decided to ask her out… I was expecting a slap and for her to storm off but she responded with a “Yes, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out!” followed by a wet kiss on the lips.She introduced me to one of her friends who preferred to be called Caz. She taller than Emma… Around 5ft 8, long blonde hair. She looked up and studied me, then nodded. "Yes, wonderful! That's perfect, Joellen. Really lovely. Thank you. Andrea, Ithink we'll move the schedule ahead and go to the next stagetonight. You need more self-confidence. Looking the way you do,I think you'll finish tonight feeling pleased with yourself. Justlook!" I looked. Oh, my ears were pierced all right, and there werelittle gold posts poked through the holes until the skin could healover. For the rest of my life there would be. By now, I am pulling on my prick thinking just a little more drying and the show will end as she dresses. Slipping the towel back to her front she lifts her belly and dries underneath before beginning to rub roughly against her pubic mound and between her legs. Suddenly, she virtually stops, and with one hand still slowly massaging at her pussy area she reaches over and puts her glasses back on and checks the time on her bedside clock. Quickly, as if she is late, she bends forward, her breasts. My wife's best friend hadconfided in me that my wife of five years, Heidi, was three monthspregnant with her lover's baby and was planning on serving me withdivorce papers when she returns from holiday next week. That same woman,who just happened to be my doctor and was the person who had administeredmy three year course of oestrogen treatment, had now declared herinterest in me, not so much as a prospective spouse but as a benevolentowner who was soon to reap the coming rewards from my.