“What a fuckin‘ night I had.” She sighed. “ I got feeling pretty good” She said. “Had a few drinks, smoked a little weed. But Katie got sh...t faced. She was so drunk she almost started a fight with a woman in the bathroom who wanted us to stop making out. Then! Then! Then! after grabbing my ass and telling me what she wanted to do to me at home, the silly girl passed out almost as soon as we got back here. Fuck my life.” Another sigh. “I gotta stop dating women who drink so much and get angry.. There were so many beautiful women, I felt like I was out of my league. “How do I know who’s looking for what?” I asked nervously. “You ask her. Look over there. She’s checking you out.” Lucy pointed to a tall, slender brunette in a sexy, dark blue, one-shoulder dress. I’m going to guess she was about 30, a couple of years younger than I was. “Do I approach her, or will she come to me?” As it turned out, that was my second dumb question, because just as I finished my question, she walked over. When she started work she made an effort to pull herself together, but at forty-two she felt that she was losing the battle against sagging muscles, wrinkled skin and hair losing its colour and lustre. On the positive side, within a month of starting work again she knew she was greatly valued for the contributions she was making and the knowledge she was bringing into the business, and more important still, she felt that Philip liked her and enjoyed her rather acerbic wit. So when Christmas. A month passed. I got use to James changing into womens clothes when he got home from work, and eventually it even opened our sex life a little. He fucked me with his new clothes on once a week, Im guessing because the horniness of his knew life got to be too much. Then one day, we were sitting at the table, both in dresses, he just said it. I want to arrange it so you can get fucked. Why? Because I want to see you get pleasure, but I also think it would be hot. And you wouldnt mind just.