” What did he say? “Okay.” Did he really think I knew what he was talking about?“Your inner vaginal lips. Sorry. I will try to use layman term.... It looks like you are past stage three . . .. In other words, you are developing into a young woman right on schedule.” He looked at me with that familiar smile.“Thanks.”“Okay, next I need to do a pap smear, so I will be inserting a speculum into your vagina. You will feel some pressure, but I will try to be quick. ”“Okay.” I was nervous again.“Here we. ” “Likewise, Jane,” said Charlie. “May I sit down?” “Of course,” said Jane, who with the pleasantries concluded could now assess Charlie Kingswood in the flesh for the first time. And what a shock and disappointment it was! It wasn’t that Charlie dressed badly or was poorly groomed. His hair had been cut recently, his smart casual clothes wouldn’t look out of place in a West End theatre, and there were many of those little tell-tale signs to show that Charlie took care of his appearance: his. "Then one day, my husband had the nerve to tell me that a woman at his job had invited him to go fishing with her in three weeks. The two of them were going to camp out at the lake over night.” “He wouldn’t eat your pussy, or fuck you?” Dan laughed nervously. He feared that putting down Roxanna’s husband of seventeen years might be treading into dangerous territory. “But he wanted to camp overnight with another woman? What a great guy you married!” “Jim tried to present it as completely. He helped Simon step into them and he pulled them up over his crotch.Simon reached behind him and pulled at the panties. "What's up?" asked Dan."They're stuck up the crack of my ass. I don't like that." They're supposed to, they look awful if you have them all baggy. Anyway you better get used to them, it's the only type of underwear you'll wear from now on." Dan went to his dressing table and picked up some items of make-up."I'm not wearing make-up!" Said Simon hotly."You are," Dan replied.