She kissed me and got ready for her meeting.She dressed in a hot, hot little tiny dress with sexy high heels and as usual a skimpy thong. When she wa... ready to go she looked amazing and I kissed her goodbye. It was 11 at night when she left.Well my imagination took over, I kept looking at the clock and estimating where she was and what she was dong at that moment. The feeling of waiting for the woman you love to come home after fucking a stranger to fulfill my fantasy is hard to describe. It. After she heard the door close, Jennifer pulled herself together and walked out of the stall. She freshened herself up in front of the mirror before she returned to her boss's office and apologized for rushing out so suddenly. Mr. Jones asked her to sit down before he said, "Jennifer, you are one of the brightest and most enthusiastic technicians I have hired in many years. Your work is spectacular and you seem to anticipate my thoughts almost as well as my wife. I can tell something is. "Let's enjoy our wine on the balcony, maybe we can enjoy a little fun, too," she said in her most sultry voice. I had a snap-on terrycloth towel that I often wore after a shower and I undressed and pulled it around me and snapped it tight, took the wine in its cooler along with two glasses, and went outside.The evening was lovely, the air felt soft, and the moon was about half.Julie came out in her robe, stopped momentarily and flashed it open, then closed. Yes, she was in the mood, for sure.We. Take physical sensation. Sure, I know what it feels like to have a cock slide into me, or have my nips sucked, or have a boy go down on me (or me going down on a boy). Can I explain them? Not really because boys don't have the context. They haven't grown up as a girl with a girl's body and hormones. Okay, going down on a boy is explainable, sort of, to a gay boy, but that's about it.Boys do ask questions, though. I've gotten questions about what it's like to wear a skirt or dress. The trouble.