This pit of femininity.But Frederick would arrive at my door in only a couple of hours. Whatwould it look like if I wasn't here to open the door? And ...hat if Iwasn't dressed as a woman? He was a nice man, and he didn't deserve to betold that I had duped him. I couldn't open the door, dressed as a man,and try to convince him that I didn't mean to make him feel like a fool.It would completely sever my chance to make a new friend. And Idesperately needed a new friend. I am pathetically lonely as. She said she realized guys would take her out just to get her drink and to take her to bed.“The bad thing was,” Stephanie confided, “I loved it. I got a lot of attention. I could get any guy I wanted, except for one or two.”I had a hard time believing she had trouble getting any guy to pay attention to her.“Oh,” she replied, “there were a few.”She slipped her fisted hand to her cheek and looked at me.“What?” I asked.“You were one,” Stephanie said.“I was one-what?”“You were a hard catch,”. . I ... I can't! It feeeeels soooo good. I can't take it," she screamed."You can and will take it," I ordered and turned her over enough to deliver a hard spank to her bottom.Kimmi instantly stilled and within a few more seconds was screaming out her orgasm. I held her tight as she rode the waves of ecstasy. I joined her on the bed and held her tightly as she calmed her breathing. Then, she rolled over and looked at me with fire in her eyes. "I need you in my mouth, NOW," she said almost. With lots of chores still to do, but no energy to do them, I collapsed on the couch, picked up my tablet and searched for something exciting to read on Lush.A van duly arrived at ten past four, — time flies when you're reading horny tales of sex and debauchery — and it was with damp panties, erect nipples and a flushed face that I rushed to open my front door for the repairman. However, not wanting to appear like some desperate, sex-craved degenerate, and assuming the repairman would appreciate.