A low bench onone side bears a battered plastic tray. Sighing, she begins removing herclothes, starting with her shoes. For the demo she'd worn practi...al joggers,with ankle socks. Her jeans were also from the 'practical' side of herwardrobe, as was her cotton hoodie. Unfortunately she'd been anticipating avery special romantic evening with Russel after the morning demo and afternoonclasses, and she'd worn panties and bra of the most 'impractical' kind. As sheslipped off her hoodie and then. I went the washroom and cleaned myself up. I left the pantiesand stockings on. I put the rest of my plain old male clothes andbecame David again. I went home. I had the idea of doing somethingerotic with my wife, but I found her asleep in bed. I changed clothesand fell asleep peacefully next to her.6 Months earlier - Tracy sat in a local Irish Pub. The music playedloudly on the other side of the bar but here in the restaurant portionof the restaurant, it wasn't so loud. They were able. Lexi screeched with joy and did a little twirl, taking in the view of the penthouse. "Oh my God, Olivia! Just look at this penthouse! It's gorgeous!" Lexi threw her suitcases to the side and collapsed on the couch, sighing contently. "I'm going to have sex on this couch someday," I heard her whisper to herself. Ignoring her, I walked around the penthouse, opening doors that led to large rooms and to another door which led to another door! "Holy mother fuck," I whispered. This was unbelievable.. Hernipples ached. Her breasts, surprisingly small andsoft… almost a little girl’s tits… except for thoselong, thin, protruding nipples. She pressed herself tohim, sinuously rubbing, insistent and demanding. From the hard bony knobs of her collarbones, down acrossthe tennis-ball swell of her boobs, to the tight skinover her ribs where it pressed into the small of hisback. At her waist, her navel tickled with the droop ofa cold silver-chrome chain. A trickle of moisture.