Furthermore he had called him'Joanne'. In a way that was a relief that be hadn't been exposed as somecross dressing wierdo but what on earth was goin ...n?After a few steps down the drive, John turned to look back at the houseand noticed that the windows and front door were no longer double glazedwhich they. had been for John's entire life. The garage door was ajar butno light was on. He paused in his mission to check the street and went toinvestigate . Inside the darkness of the garage he heard. Standard factory foremanwear I surmise. He may well have showered this morning before work; Ileft before him; but as I unzip his fleece I detect the aroma of a dayslabor.He smells of man I suppose. A day of sweat and toil. It's unappealing. Idread to think that one day soon I may feel the opposite about it. I'drather the scent of my own perfume lingered in my nostrils. God knowsI'd doused myself in it. My neck, my wrists, my boobs, and even, crasslyperhaps, between my legs. But I couldn't smell. And then something strange happened. The pain in my nipple, mixed with the pleasure from my clit, formed a feeling of intensity I had never before experienced. I almost came. “Oh god,” I moaned, “oh my god. Don’t stop, don’t stop!” But at just that moment Anne let go of my nipple and clit. I lay there, panting, unfulfilled, whimpering. “Please,” I begged, “please make me cum.” She seemed to think for a few seconds, then she smiled. “If I make you cum, I want two things from you.” One of her. Sue served a delicious dinner with copious amounts of wine as the accompaniment and we all relaxed and enjoyed ourselves. When dinner was over we adjourned to the living room for more drinks and conversation. Inevitably the conversation eventually turned to the game of strip poker we had played at our place and we all agreed to play again, this time, of course, all knowing what that would lead to. Melanie was dressed in a pretty, flower-print summer dress and white stiletto-heeled sandals,.