“Turn over.” Tim said. I did, and he did not waste any time. He looked at my hard-on, giggled and said, “You seem to like this.” and he gentl... stroked my bulge through my shorts. Then he tugged my shorts down and off. My mostly-hard dick stood up proud. Tim barely touched it as he stroked it up and down. I had never had sex with a man. I had never even thought about it, but it felt pretty damn good. As Tim gently stroked me with the lightest touch, my penis and it twitched with my heart beat. She hoped no one noticed. She guessed someone got tired of conversation and wanted to have their fun now. Once the cloth was removed she felt someone lightly trace their finger along her stop up to her breast. They slowly circled their finger around her now exposed breast. Each circle around her breast they rose their finger higher until they finally reached her now erect nipple. Whoever the person was they put her hardened nipple in between their finger and thumb. They lightly squeezed her. I had discretelyacquired it all (thanks Walmart self checkout and Ebay) and would applyit perfectly followed by one of the numerous wigs I had. But then whatto wear: tight jeans and a busty top, a short skirt and button top, printfrilly dress like for a picnic, or a long cocktail dress? Whatever Ifinally selected I added stockings and of course CFM stiletto heels.The house had many mirrors and I could never pass one without admiringthe image and adding more lipstick, or brushing my hair.I. . well, Benny was unique.The husband and wife had reversed roles. The cook, the husband, was preparing a large lunch for later. He was probably the best cook Benny had ever had. The gardener, the wife, was tending to the garden harvesting tomatoes and peppers for the salad. She was definitely the best gardener in the state.It was odd working for a man who would stare off into space for days at time, only eating what was set on the desk in front of him. They knew he didn’t taste the food, but.