Kneeling down on the floor, I reached up and caressed your hips with both hands, while I kissed around your mons through the material of your panties.... lifted you up and carried you to the table, and sat you down on its edge, pushing away your precious maps with great mock protest.“Thank goodness you are light for an engineer,” I said.My pubic region pressed against yours as I took your face between both hands, and kissed you softly on the lips, nibbling each of your lips gently between. " Oh, all right..."I told her everything, exactly as it happened, blow by blow. Martha listened, yawning. By the time I finished talking I was yawning as well, lying naked beside her and ready to fall asleep."So there you have it," I said, turning onto my tummy for a good night's rest.Martha said, "If this had been Memphis, or if it had been two months ago, you would have been in a fit of despair by now." She raised on one elbow to give me a kiss on the cheek. She whispered, "Good work, hon.". He also immediately enjoyed treating me like a slut, which seemed very natural to him. He knew my type well.He said, "Now your panties." I hooked my thumbs in the elastic and started to lower them. I stalled when I got to where my bush would be if I had one. When I got to the very top fraction of an inch of my slit, he said, "Oh, you shave. Niiice." He helped me push my panties the rest of the way off and reached under and cupped my pussy, rubbing it with two fingers. His fingers separated my. ." You told me he didn't care if you wore a dress or a pair of jeans." Sort of ... actually, if I was wearing a dress, he liked that I was, youknow, totally feminine? He did say he'd like to see me as just Sandy theboy sometimes, but later on I wondered if that was, you know, becausethere was a gay streak in him? Has Ted ever said something like that toyou?" Oh, at the beginning I was just a boy too, you know? A twenty-one-year-old boy? And I dressed like one, maybe a little more creative than.