He'd known long ago he had to be careful around Shelby. She'd never looked at him as anything other than a friend but he lusted after her from the fir...t time he met her. Now, his body burst into flames from a simple kiss."Shelby —" Please, Rob, I need to feel again. Help me, please?" Her plea interrupted him and made him forget everything but the way she fit against him.She rubbed her heat over his groin and kissed him again. Her soft tongue dueled with his as her fingers worked his belt loose.. I’m not a party a****l. Sofia definitely is. Needless to mention that they had a few drinks. I only have a beer when I go out with her so I can drive her home. I think it was around 2am when we decided to leave the nightclub. We offered Rachel a ride when she wanted to get an Uber as her place wasn’t very far from our house. I had no intention of sex and it’s not the first time we offered someone a ride like that. I was just buggered and wanted to get home. Sofia and Rachel were on the back. "I don't know how you can always walk in heels especially with Elizabeth."Jenny and Marge knew nothing of Sandra's transvestism and would never have understood that to a transvestite, heels were one of the ultimate declarations of femininity. Sandra would have preferred to walk fifty miles in the most painful sexy heels than take one step in men's shoe. Sandra just smiled and plonked herself down on the sofa. Jenny and Marge gave up the game they were playing and re-dealt the cards as Sandra. ‘How do you make it moist?’ I asked. ‘Oil,’ was the reply. ‘Coconut.’ ‘I use butter,’ I texted. ‘That would work too,’ Cathy said. ‘But if you’re really good you don’t need to use anything,’ I continued. We kept going back and forth with vaguely veiled food analogies for a while, discussing spices, pie and whip cream and how variety keeps things interesting. ‘Just all this talk of food is making me big,’ I texted. It was but it wasn’t my already slightly pudgy stomach I was really referring.