Other than kissing, the closest we came to anything sexual was when we were saying goodnight on Monday night and she rubbed her tummy against my cock....Being in the same bed together for a few minutes on Tuesday night didn't measure up to the goodnight kiss the night before.I took special care in picking out the tie I would wear that night, thinking, she just may be the girl who demands the best from me.I talked to Ned before going out, telling him I would be leaving for school early the next. His cock was bigger and thicker then mine. I’m no way small but his was scary. He sat back down and her fingers slipped around his shaft. I urged her to taste his cock and he did. I started to take pictures of his cock being consumed as she sucked away. He was thoroughly enjoying it and for all her earlier nerves so was Clare and he didn’t even stop me as I removed her leggings and panties leaving her naked with this guy Danny who we only met 15 minutes ago. His fingers searched and probed her. As the pill started to take effect, he caughthis reflection in the glass of his office door and a chill ran down hisback. He thought 'he could be looking at a secretary in any fashionableoffice'. A sense of calm ran through him. As an undercover man whoselife depended on looking like a convincing woman on a day to day basis, hewasn't happy with his appearance. It may have been the pills talkingeffect but for once he felt a momentary sense of pride in his currentattractiveness. The moment. I loved being at the bar with my "Panty Date" and seeing my husband walk in and get his drink and grab a small booth directly behind where I was standing with my date at the bar. As he walked by us, I would purposely pretend not to notice him. Moments later, my date would have my skirt up over my hips and my pantied ass and pussy would be groped and fondled at will as we kissed heavily and damn I loved it. Hubby would be rock hard watching too, wishing it were him. I felt like such a slut and I.