The emcee introduced their team as the Frilly Fillies and Bob's teamtook the stage. The music started and they moved effortlessly throughtheir routine...to "The Yellow Rose of Texas". Joanne had borrowed thechoreography from a local high school drill team and the team did everybit as good a job as the teenage girls had done on some Friday night athalftime. Quite intentionally, there were many provocative moves andlots of bottom shaking. At one point in the routine, the boys did akick-line that. In the early days, I never thought about anything else. I certainly had no thoughts about ‘normal’ sex – the idea of putting my hands on a girl never entered my mind, and any thought of that was totally out of order, and I couldn’t imagine any girl liking that – not from me, but any bloke.It was also that the mere sight of a girl caused enormous excitement, specially if I knew I was going to see a girl show, like on the telly, or in a miniskirt in the canteen. Every evening I’d be at my window. My gf said take off your wet clothes before you come inside , so I removed my soaking jeans and top and unzipped the bedroom partition and crawled through on my hands and knees. Before I knew what was happening mf gf had yanked my hipsters down my thighs and slapped my my bare arse cheeks. The rain started to come down heavily making a wonderful noise on the canvas. I had managed to roll on to my back as my gf pulled of my hipsters struggling slightly as they clinged to my legs from the soaking. ” “Comfortable here? At work?” “Oh, yes. It’s such a relief to be here. You can’t imagine how stressed I was.” “Well, something is getting to you, because you’re all in knots.” “Probably sexual frustration.” The sad chuckle that followed turned into a moan as Summer’s hands found an especially tight muscle and squeezed. “Been a while?” “God. Months before I left Paul.” “I think I’d lose my mind.” “I wonder sometimes if I haven’t.” Summer’s hands moved upward and she used her thumbs to work on.