Party should be over, she thought, and began to collect glasses, jars and bottles, and then bring them to the kitchen. Marcos followed her into the ki...chen where she had turned her back to him while washing dishes in the sink. He complimented her:‘Oh, Raquel, I’m staring at your buttocks now and they’re as succulent as thei’re ever been. I wish I’d be that dress to keep stick to your soft skin.’This imprudent shameless poet had got closer to her from behind by now and asked for permission to. When we were talking we would touch each others arms or shoulders. But from time to time our hands would land on our calves. Each time his hand touched me I could feel an electric current flowing from his hand. Many times I would have to conceal an 8" erection. I'll never forget the night we went walking into a park. I know he planned it because he guided me to a secluded part of the park where we sat for hours talking and the conversation had us both breathing heavy. He was in tears as he. His fingers made my nipple stiff.I was no longer the least bit reluctant. I had become a willingparticipant, wanting his touch, loving the feel of his naked bodyagainst mine. I clung to him, my tongue probing his mouth. Jack reached down and lifted my top leg then put his hardnessbetween my thighs. He released my leg and I could feel him capturedthere. His hips moved slowly back and forth rubbing me from back tofront. It felt wonderful against my clit, that special spot myfingers had come. I needed a few moments to myself;I wanted to walk the beautiful grounds of the estate in my hoopskirt andenjoy the beautiful lake view one last time before climbing onto the busto return to the community center. To my male identity, to my pants andt-shirt, my keys, cash and I.D.At this point my feelings about having to do this were decidedly mixed.While it would be a relief to be free of the tight corset and therelative inconvenience of the hoopskirt, there was something undoubtedlyluxurious.