It is wrapped around my shoulders, my hands clasping the top corners as I dry myself; my cheeks, my neck, down the swell of my breasts and under them,...my armpits and then sides. I run my hands down my torso, holding the plush white cotton to my skin as my long, thin fingers slide across my flat belly, my belly button, down my tummy.I slip the towel down my shoulders, cradling it with my cheeks as I dry my hips, the soft fibers of the cloth mingling with the soft chestnut curls of my pubic. I put them through endurance tests, strength tests,and found no anomalies. For their size they were as I expected: Strong! "Now I haven't told you yet just what it is that is so classified, but Iwill get to it. I was also asked to examine these two men as apsychiatrist. I truly wondered why as both men seemed to be pleasant andwell balanced; even charismatic. I used Rorschach cards, the MMPI, andother tools to test for any mental or emotional distortions, or illnesses.I found none. As I said,. Heck you’re the only man who can put up with my shit.”“And you’re the only woman who can put up with mine…” We laughed together. “So… You got anymore outfits like that?” He asked raising an eyebrow.“Oh I might…. You’ll just have to wait and see….”The End *Disclaimer*‘Our Story’ is BASED on a true story. Yes I cheated on my husband with a stranger I met at a bar, and in the wake of that came to discover he’d cheated on me with my friend. And yes I went back and slept with that same stranger. Holly was getting so turned on that she was beginning to lose control – at first, she had been slow and measured in her strokes, her hips pivoting smoothly as the dildo penetrated me, but now they were jerking spasmodically and she was grunting and gasping as she pounded it into me with ever greater force and speed. I felt her lust building, her feverish energy, as sweat broke out on her face. Her eyes devoured the sight of my young body beneath her, as I shuddered and trembled from the.