’ ‘But why? It’s just me.’ Oz said, taking a bite of his toast ‘Cause one moment you’re just Oz, next thing I know, I’m thinking of you ...s the hot guy, who is in my bed with his arms around me and a good size hard-on.’ She said softly, a blush slowly climbing her cheeks. ‘OK.’ He said simply, as if that settled it completely ‘And what the hell were you doing to my neck?’ She burst out. A grin broke across his face. ‘What can I say? I’m horny as hell and I felt like flirting!’ He said almost. I realized it was absurd that we were having the conversation while I wore her dressing gown, lingerie, and stockings.“You said that women aren’t often accepting,” she said. “So some have been?”“It’s not common,’ I answered, “but a few have been. I’ve had a few girlfriends who thought wearing panties just during sex was hot. They didn’t know I do it alone. I had a longterm relationship with someone in college who was completely OK with me dressing up regularly. I’ve met a few people on. You'll enjoy it much more if you have the proper equipment. I'll just make suggestions; final decision will be up to you." Whatever you say." Holly fluttered her eyelashes and Clay cringed. Holly was okay, but he didn't think they had a single thing in common. He wished she'd stop flirting, and wondered how to nicely tell her he wasn't interested. Not that she'd given any sign she'd considered that possibility.Clay guided her down the aisles, pointing out what he thought would be most useful. She was as eager to get her jeans off as I was to take off my clothes so we bunny-hopped to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing along the way. She was a little on the hefty side, as I knew she was, but I loved my women with meat on their bones; it gave me plenty of "cushion for the pushing."Almost as soon as she had settled on her back on my bed, I was between her legs with my tongue doing yeomen work around those puffy pussy lips and everything hidden between them. She was very wet —.