“Mrs. Martin, what are you doing?”“Should be obvious darlin’,” I said taking one of his hands and placing it on my hip.His hand slid up slig...tly and his thumb stroked the small of my back under my shirt.“But what about my mom, your husband,” he whispered.“I won’t say anything if you don’t,” I moved and straddled his hips, “kiss me.”“No, Mrs. Martin, I can’t,”“Ok, then I’ll kiss you.”I pressed my lips against his, and slowly stroked his lower lip with my tongue, when his lips parted I gently ran. "Thanks," Carl stood up and played with the skirt a bit."Excited?" Felicia asked, handing a purse to Carl."A little," Carl smiled. "I hope you find the perfect dress." Don't worry, I know I will, with you by my side." Felicia leaned inand kissed Carl.At the dress shop, Carl sat, with crossed legs, on a cushioned bench,while Felicia came in and out of the room wearing various types ofdresses. Felicia insisted that Carl give his opinion, in her words, "asif he was going to be wearing the dress",. I don't care much for gay men. I always think gay and straight are measured by how they behave. I like women’s bodies and football and dirty jokes and pints of beer and rugby and if I watch gay pornography I am turned off. I think that makes me straight?I am a field engineer and travel a lot with full expenses, so often I will take my partner with me and she will shop while I work, and then we enjoy the hospitality of a decent hotel. I was on yet another jaunt to bonnie Scotland but she had to. Determined to maintain a silent stance from now on i glance at the scene to my right , a friendly looking woman is nervously arranging herself on all fours , i watch in utter amazement as a man parts her butt cheeks and starts to rim her ,some lube/ oil is applied to her little puckered entrance before he starts to widen her rosebud with his fingers , 1st one then gradually adding another and another , he swirls his fingers in her ass stretching her hole , i can feel the pussy juices flow from.