Imagine this - I neither felt nor heard any abnormality. When I said this Jo responded, 'Let me help you'. There I was, arm extended, touching the fan...and this beauty climbs on the bed and presses herself against my back, running her hand up my arm, then moving my hand around on the fan housing. Sort of stumbling, she put her other arm around me, letting her hand fall on my now hardening cock. Shaking with excitement, I told her I still did not hear it, but, in a Freudian slip, said I felt. Don't wait up," she said and headed for her car.Diner BoothShe parked outside the Coffee Stop Diner just as Julia pulled up in her Toyota. The diner didn't look busy. It was hardly surprising given the time. There was just one other car in the car park, a battered old pick up. There were only a couple of lights on inside the diner but the door opened when they pushed it and although there was no sign of a waitress or any other customers come to that Julia and Liz chose a booth and sat down. He shut the door quietly and closed the blinds. He walked slowly back to my desk, trailing the ruler along the edge of it. He stopped and turned toward me, rubbing the ruler against my thigh.He flicked my skirt up with the ruler and smirked again. “Your skirt is too short,” he said bluntly.By now, he was turning me on, and I was gaining back my confidence. I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he was just as turned on as I was. “Oh yeah?” I smirked back. “Does Mr. Fuller like it?”He. Showing the looking-glass a pretty boy wearing prettybabydolls, stockings and garter belts. He even learned to walk inbig, spiky heels.Of course, looking at his femmy self and imagining submission to asalesman's "sales pitch" had the lovely lad spurting his creamiesagain and again.With the arrival of Fuller, had Leslie's panty prayers been answered?Was much spunk was about to fly?Farmer Hayseed ran off to his night of domestic, carnal delights,leaving Fuller and Leslie alone to theirs.If.