Curiosity got the better of me and I pulled them out of the washing ****BANG**** it was like an electric shock and for the second time that morning I ...ad a massive hard on, my body was shaking so I dropped them back in the washing bin and went back to my room. Sitting on my bed still as hard as ever and wondering what had happened to me to cause that feeling that went through my young body, the extreme excitement was unreal and my cock was throbbing. Maybe I was feeling guilty about touching. Back then I had not gotten the nerve to dress fully and go out. I had bought women’s jeans, nice silk blouse, bras, panties, stockings, and women’s loafers. I had makeup like foundation, blush, lipstick, eye liner, false eye lashes, and even clear finger nail polish. On this particular evening, I decided I would go out to one of the adult book stores. I had stopped at the store a couple of time before in my normal attire and know the layout of the store and booths. After having some strong. More specifically MY penis. I became aware of a tent rising in my shorts. I looked over at Em who had also noticed and was staring intently.“Ok,” She started, “What makes THAT happen?” She pointed to my lump. “No one is naked, I didn’t leave any undies laying around, “She giggled, “and it’s not like we are even talking about sex stuff. So how does THAT happen?”“Well. I guess just cause I was thinking about talking about sexy stuff, I got aroused. Honestly, sis, It doesn’t take much.” I shifted. "Omigod," was all she could say. Bob actually said, "Honey, this isn't what it looks like!" I couldn't believe it. "Out!" I yelled.I got the house and the car lot. I let Bob manage it for me.So there I was, 35, three times married, single again, and in no mood to hook up with any man, although my women friends kept trying to play matchmaker. I didn't miss Bob much, except for his tongue, but I missed Joyce, devious slut though she was, because we'd been friends since grade school. A picture of.