My wallet went into the small black clutch bag just as the doorbell rang. He was charming and erudite, funny and extremely handsome. That was a ...erm I had never used about a man until I became Jill, and began to see the effect I had on men in general, and Greg in particular. I had never had a thought about another man in any way except in friendship up to this point, but as he talked, I warmed up to him and relaxed. My once tenor voice now a contralto because of his expertise, made me. In her imagination she could deal with any kinds of sexual coupling, no matter how raunchy, any numbers and combinations of matings. She liked sex at one remove, I suppose because then it was safe and undemanding, and had nothing to do with her. She's the only woman I've ever known who liked not only Harlequin romances, where sex is a blurred fusion of stars and floods and explosions and things, but also liked hard core sex novels, the kind that inventory specific peculiar and perverse cravings. I learned forward on him for support, face flushing, moaning as the non-stop fucking prolonged the infinite orgasm I seemed to be having, multipeaked, tits bobbling and swaying in their heavy, massive way. Emil finally lifted me, spinning me and tipping me forward off the edge of the stage, plowing back down and into me in this new position, my face on the carpet as he held me up for his guttural use. “NGAWAHW! STILL SO BIG!” I wailed, face squinching as the meaty log spread me, poor gaped. For the first time I learnedthat her name was Zoe. Jess explained what she wanted done and wasasked about thickness."The same as hers." What size were they?"I said "I don't know." And I pulled off my shirt and unfastened my bra.I have no idea what has gotten into me. I never hesitated.Zoe lifted one of my breasts to check. "Okay I have that size."Jess just stared at me. "What?" I asked."Vic, that was so erotic, her touching you like that and seeing yournipples done again. I really want.