Amber has her own constructioncompany and Carol owns a local salon.I met Bill at the hotel and showed him the set up. We had time before itstarted so ... invited him for coffee and to discuss the weeks meetingschedule.On the way to the dining room I looked him over... a bit longish hair, awell fitted suit, about 5' 6" or 7". Probably about 45. He hung his sportcoat on his chair and we sat and drank our coffee. I noticed his weddingring and surprisingly, through his white shirt I noticed what. I take Joel's hand andhe leads me to the dance floor. I may be straight, but I have to admit Ihave sort of a man crush on Joel. He's everything I've always wanted tobe. He's tall, good-looking and successful, has a nice car, and can getany woman he wants. Ironically, tonight I'm that woman. I must admit I'mflattered he finds me so attractive and I have to say I find himattractive as well. As we dance he continues to tell me how good I lookas a woman and how much better I look than the. The doorbell chimed."Grab the beers," Boyd said. "I'll pay the man."We were soon sat on the sofa in the front room, feet up, munching onpizza and with the England versus Germany football match on thetelevision. That's soccer to those of you who play a strange type ofrugby with crash helmets and padding and call it football.As we watched we went over the day's events in the garage, conductingwhat we liked to call a debrief. We were both agreed it was our bestone yet.It was peculiar how life was. You are running your fingers down my back, giving me unbelievable chills, and my shoulders arch back in response. I reach down and unbutton your jeans. I start with your zipper and I can get it down just far enough so that I can run my hands down your back to your ass. My fingers flirt with the spot where your cheeks separate. Then I grab your ass and find myself suddenly flipped on my back. I'm lucky there's a rug. You are as desperate to get out of your pants as a seventeen-year-old boy,.