I wasn't surprised to see him.He started his move to get me in bed but I forestalled him: "Bob, whydon't you try on one of my lipsticks. I'm sure ther...'s a color andtexture there that would please you."Bob got flustered. He had come to my house as a creep stalking hiswife's friend. I could see the trannie fighting with the creep insidehim. The trannie won. He said: "Really, could I?" I showed him my lipsticks. I showed him my eye makeup. He made his faceup wonderfully. I felt like applauding. I. She stopped reading and in a soft, sexy tone asked."Would you like to look at my breasts?"I took a deep breath and told her I would. Betty took her free hand and untied her robe, opening front to revel her breasts and erect nipples. As I stared at them my vision continued down and I saw the black panties that have often sent me to my room to jerk off."You can play with them, if you like."Betty said in a low tone and then went back to reading the story out loud.I reached behind her and placed my. ..oh my... exquisite.He pushed me backwards toward the dining room table, staring down into my eyes, that hungry look more intense. I felt the table bump my back.... nowhere else to go.When he spoke there were only 2 words but it meant so much "turn .. around".It was a command not a request.I did as I was told, turning to face the table, butterflies in my belly once more. I knew what was coming....I swallowed hard.Johns hand on my back pushing me down firmly on the table, his feet between mine. Weeks actually looked up into her eyes, a smile coming to his lips. Ms. Lane was puzzled by his grin, which allowed Mr. Weeks to pull the pink atomizer from his coat pocket and spray her face. She unconsciously took a breath bringing the Joy gas into her system."Why do I have my phone out? Who was I going to call?" Ms. Lane stared at the phone in her hand as if expecting it to answer her. Mr. Weeks' large hand covered the phone in her hands, closing it with a snap."I don't think that call was.