The telephone rang again. He hit the talk button and said, “Hello.”“Hello, Mike. This is Sally. How was your date with Cathy last night?”Decid...ng that the rumor mill was running full steam ahead, he answered, “It went well. She said that she’d be interested in going out with me again sometime.”“You didn’t set a date?” Sally asked.“Uh, no,” Mike answered.“Ask her to go out with you Saturday night. I have some extra tickets to a performance at the Kennedy Center,” Sally said.“I’ll think about. Then I had a sharp pain, which was probablyimaginary in my head."YOU cannot glorify sins YOU commit by saying thatother people's sins are worse, or that other peoplesin also!" The thought hurt, as it was true.None-the-less, I pulled up the satin panties, theyfelt real good on my legs. I reached for the hipshapers, still thinking rapidly. What if, just maybe,God did not mind crossdressers as long as they werefaithful. I had indeed asked for forgiveness, what ifhe just granted it, like he did for. ...I.....can't possibly do that." Words failed me as the image of mewelcoming guest into our home while dressed as the maid bounced aroundin my mind."There's no need to panic about this Alice you need to trust me when Itell you that this will not be a problem for you." What will they think of me, how will I be able to look Mark in the eyeagain?"I asked desperately hoping that Jane would change her mind, the idea ofbeing exposed to our two oldest friends was frightening. Yet deepinside, I wanted. For an elderly man, she thought his technique was quite good and she managed to sustain a joyful orgasm before he found it necessary to shoot his ancient load into her youthful female passageway. The religious man had to be surely in his early eighties if he was a day and she was impressed how quickly he managed a firm cock-stand at the sight of her taut bum cheeks.It was a quiet Sunday morning when she brought the orange juice and coffee to his bedroom wearing her customary maid’s uniform with.