I sat down alone and figured a few drinks would give me the motivation to go out to look for a mysterious guy. I shifted on my stool in my skin tight...jeans while staring up at the mixed drink list. I paid no attention to the other few people in the place before I decided to tell the barkeep what I was having. “Can I help you, doll?” he asked me, surprisingly in English. “Yeah, I’ll take a whiskey sour,” I told him, my drink of choice back home. “Comin’ right up,” he nodded and spun. I found all sorts of fun items, and loved playing dress up. I tried all of them on, enjoying the pleasure of the silk and lace. This went on for several years. I loved dressing up, and looking at myself in the mirror. Eventually, I would go into some of her make-up and perfume too. All this time I still was attracted to girls, though. I did end up dating a few, and after high school, when I was about 18, I had a long relationship with a girl who would introduce me to a new love: sex toys. We. “Do you think Katie would like that? Would she like her breasts against yours and your hand on her pussy? Maybe she would be wet like you are. Maybe she would want your hand to find her clit.” With that, I shoved two fingers into Cee’s oh-so-ready pussy. She pushed into me and had to catch her breath. She got up on her toes to allow my fingers to go deeper. My thumb found her clit and now there could be no more words. Cee was lost in the world of sensation and fantasy and didn’t want to. He wasn’t sure, but he figured that a lack of communication had been a big part of why Janet had asked for a divorce.“You’re right. I didn’t hang around long enough to get proof of her cheating ass. I don’t care who he was or why she was fucking around,” Dexter said.“How about the kids? Have you talked to them?” Mark asked.“No. They probably haven’t even noticed that I’m gone. They are fine without me,” Dexter said.Mark said, “You can’t be serious about that.”“I’m very serious,” Dexter said.The.