“He is a VERY good friend of mine, James. I trust him with my life, his family as well. Please do not insult him or me.”“Is he a Brother?”“N.... I have not asked him to be. The reasons are my own and should not reflect on him in a negative fashion.”James thought for a few seconds and then nodded and spoke.“Let him through.”“James, this is Paul O’Dell. Paul, this is James Whitehead. You two have a common problem. That is Adam Shout. He was sleeping with your wife and he did the same to Paul’s. After another drink, not quite as stiff, I put on panty hose, blouse, jeans (size 10 stretch type), wide silver belt (threaded backwards from a male – important), and then slipped into my loafers. When I looked in the mirror I probably saw a sexy CD like I had seen in all me CD magazines. Since I wanted to make a good impression, I decided to use a little more blush and eyeliner and of course MORE lipstick (just the taste makes us feel sexy). . You'll just have to deal with it, and I'm not done yet."As my hand once again ventures in between your legs your hips start moving, perhaps without you even knowing since I can see your eyes are closed and your breathing starts to get heavier. A bulge in my pants starts to make itself known even through the towel, and when you feel it, your humping starts to have a more suitable target. Just then my hand barely grazes your engorged lips and you gasp, pressing your hips down hard and you quiver. I was afraid. Have something gone wrong? He tapped my cheeks and said “I want to piss.” I was looking not knowing what to do. He raised his voice. “Didn’t you hear what I said? I want to piss. Take me to the bathroom.” I helped him stand up, opened the doors and led him inside it. He asked me to come and help him piss. I grinned and went inside. It was a western toilet. Quickly, he locked the door. He asked me to remove his lungi and shorts. I obeyed him and saw he was wearing underwear also..