The clock ticked around and it was now twenty-five minutes since Miss Lancer had left with her dramatic announcement.Alan thought that something had t... be said. "You don't think she meant it do you?" Fuck knows, but I am certainly not going to her house."Alan thought that perhaps he would go and try to ease the situation but he was not certain that there really was a situation at all.It had gone beyond the thirty minutes and was now close to forty when Alan exclaimed, "Fucking hell, she is. I have arranged everything in my bedroom properly where I am going to fuck my sister’s friend. Also I had a little surprise for her waiting in my TV.It was 4:15 and she still didn’t reached my house. I thought of calling her but on second thoughts I have dropped that idea. My doorbell rang at 4:30 finally and I was so excited. I switched on the TV and went to open the door. She stood there wearing a white color sleeveless tight top with her 36D boobs bulging out and a butt out jeans showing the. I can feel my pussy getting wetter as he rubbed my tits and kissed me. I ran my hands to his shorts and felt his cock. It was growing as I touched him. I reached up, rubbed his chest again, then back to his cock. Our breathing has gotten heavier, our kisses deeper, our hands all over each others body. Tim pulls me to stand up next to him. We start to slow dance, being tight next to each other. Tim, pulls on my shirt to take it off. My tits are waiting for his touch. I do the same to his. "Men do not wear dresses," she said to him coldly. "Your name is Herbert and not Helen. Now go put on your own clothes this instant."The man had never liked his wife's cold, scolding voice. He liked it even less on a sunny morning while wearing his favourite dress. He stood there staring quizzically at her for a moment."Men do not wear dresses," she repeated more loudly this time."I am not a man," he answered in a forced falsetto. "My name is Helen and this is my dress. I like it very much.".