There sat a large wooden chest. I had designed it with leather and wood working just for this. It was covered with intricate designs carved into the w...od of the chest with leather strips wrapping over the top and linking to intricately designed buckles on the front that held it closed. "The greatest idea ever, that's what will be used. Just can't get on it yet, but it can be prepared." A grin spread across my face as I chose the pieces I wanted. Walking over to it, I adjusted the mount for the. The next morning she was up early and made everyone a big breakfast gave her husband a longer kiss then normal before heading out with the k**s. When she got home she was kind of hoping that her husband was still home at that they could have sex out in the living room but the house was empty so she went about her day, picking up, paying some bills but after a while she couldn’t help it anymore, she looked out the windows to make sure no one was around, stripped of her clothes and started to. I felt like a kid unwrapping a present on Christmas morning. Next to come off were his Levis. I knelt before him and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped them. When I started to pull them down my hands were shaking. When I had him stripped down to his panties I had to rock back on my heels and just stare up at him. Bruce was the most beautiful man that I’d ever seen, a tan Adonis. Somehow it seemed only natural that he was wearing women’s underwear. He had lightly haired pecs with a. ("You'reusing your insane voice again," she said.)Her name was Amy. She had long well-kept blonde hair and she pushed against America's cultural obsession with slimness. Her face was wide and unblemished and clearly made for smiling. She was an alto in the Performance Singers, where he was a tenor, and they sat near each other. Her voice was the color of glass, sweet and clear and ringing. Sometimes it was all he could do not to stop and listen.It took him until February to work up the courage.