"Now just a little higher."He was trying to move me forward, which I didn't understand until he slid down on the bed so that he was under me. At the f...rst stroke of his tongue, sparks shot though me.I wasn't sure how I felt, doing it this way, even as waves of pleasure passed through me. I was too exposed, too vulnerable.The second stroke of his tongue had me trying to figure out a way to keep that going while shifting position. The third had me looking for something to brace myself on so I. She set one of the cans on a wooden end table next to a black leather couch and clenched the other in her left hand. With a smooth, well-practiced motion, she flipped the silver Zippo open by striking it across her jeans and sparking the flint at the same time.The Zippo caught instantly and she tossed the flaming lighter into the air. As it rose, she grabbed the WD-40 that was sitting on the end table, pointed both cans at the flame and pushed down on the sprayers. The two streams of oil hit. He asked her whatwas so funny. "Look at you! You are wearing a dress for no reason. The reasonjust disappeared! If you want to go home and change you can. Now Iknow you're right, what you said about listening to three peoplebefore making a definite decision." "No, I think I'll keep the dress on today to remind people aboutjumping to conclusions. I don't mind wearing a dress, and it iscovering me decently, so it's no big deal with me. But I do want towear my men's clothes tomorrow." "If you. We decided to sit up there. We talked and talked and had a very good conversation, but it seemed like neither one of us wanted to come back to the topics we had talked about prior to our meeting(like kissing with each other or even more). Somehow, one of us(I think it was me) started joking about how we had planned so many things, but didn't do any. And I think it was her who dared me...in the process, I lost my pants and shirt and suddenly just sat there in my undies...and before we knew it,.