I couldn’t have been more wrong. He said he thought I was very sexy. He said he loved sissy boys. That I was the sexiest sissy he had ever been with... That he wanted me to be more of a sissy.He gave me a business card with no name on it, only a phone number. Tell them Rene sent you he said. Be ready for me at 8:00 p.m. Then he was off to work.I called the number from the phone next to the bed. A deep female voice answered, and said for me to come to her place of business by noon. And that anyone. ’ ‘That romance novel with the English wench on the cover with the huge cleavage?’ he teased. Ignoring his male-pig comment, she retorted, ‘I have to do something to fulfill my sexual fantasies when you’re not here.’ She meant it when she said she had fantasies—she was amorous—she would even say downright horny. They had both been so busy at work they hadn’t spent much time together, and he had been gone most of the week. Even saying ‘sexual fantasies’ aroused her. ‘Instead of reading that. " He returned fire, trying to look disinterested. He glanced down the beach as though looking for someone more reasonable. "Two hundred and we show our tits and our pussies." "Deal." He didn't wait for them to change their minds. "Okay, where do we do this?" One of the brunettes asked, looking around at the beach and crowd of sunbathers. "Not a lot of good hiding places in Orange Beach." "Yea, and I ain't showing my bits to just anyone." Her sister added. "How about up. He then moved forward, putting one hand on either side of Arlene's head, and hiked himself up on his toes. Now, only his two hands, and the toes of his feet were holding him up over Arlene. This move had the effect of pushing Arlene's legs back toward her body. Her feet were locked over Steven's shoulders. They were face to face, with Arlenes' legs forming a barrier in between them. I had never seen this before. I decided to watch this one for a while. Steven started pumping his body into.