I was very nervous and almosttripped.Mrs. Smith grabbed me and said, "I guess you need a little more practicein those high heels Terry, but I must say...you look darling, dear". Justwhat I did not want to hear, but I smiled. Mrs. Smith could not stoptalking, asking questions about my Feminizer disease. I was speechless.Cathy did all the talking.Mrs. Smith went on to say how much she liked my new hairstyle and askedwho cut my hair so pretty. Then she had the nerve to tell me what afeminine figure. "How are you tonight?" "Ok?" "Is there a problem, you look a little shaken?" "Don't worry about it, I am ok." We talked for a little more. "Oh look at the time, its almost 9, my girl should be back soon, got to run." "Ok, no problem. Just one thing. How do you like wearing panties?" "W..W. What did you just say?" He reached down the side of my pants and pulled out the side of the panties. "I mean these. Do you like?" I turned red in shame and looked up at him, into his eyes. "You like. I turned her face to mine. Her eyes closed but I could see the indecision in her expression. She wanted to yet she didn’t. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. We both took a deep breath as we started to kiss. We had kissed before. We had even touched each other. We just hadn’t done it before. Patrice had said the time wasn’t right. I had waited. As I kissed her, I tried to reposition us both to lying down. ‘No, Tim. Not yet. I just want to kiss.’ ‘Okay. I was just going to kiss you.’. Richard tore into her kiss as if to feed the hunger of the damned. As his tongue met hers, he felt her hips pulse against his wiry frame and he met every motion with a push of his own. Soon he had lost any sense of where he left off and where Leah began. She was a part of him again. After so many weeks and months and hundreds of nights apart, she was with him, in him, beside him, around him. They were waves again in the same ocean, stars in the same sky, bees dancing again on the same sweet.