"We kissed all the way up to her floor, in her tiny elevator. I didn't try to touch anything. Sometimes you make more progress by letting things devel...p on their own. Direct things by indirection.Elizabeth went around lighting candles again. I poured two glasses with a Riesling and turned off the electric lights as I followed her.She insisted on stripping me. She was as inexperienced at this as with everything else. She unbuttoned my shirt, then had to stop to unfasten my belt and slacks. She. I have started severalstories, but put them on the back burner because I just can't find agood ending for them. I always want to get a story 'just right'.Anyway, here's my latest installment. There is really no TG or crossdressing in it, but I feel it belongs in the genre in a weird sort ofway. I hope you like it.---------------He was a stallion, and she rode him hard. He did not disappoint her; hewas giving her everything he had and then some, and it was all she coulddo to hold on. All. She was fully aroused as she was fully naked covered in honey and chocolate while an old man and a naked young man (She did not know his name) were sucking her boobs vigorously in front of her husband while the Magal Sutra I tied dangled between her cleavage. All of this is being recorded on camera and would probably end up in some porn site which one day our sons might watch and masturbate to.I had nothing to do except sit in a chair and eat popcorn while watching my naked wife’s boobs being. The fact is, I've liked t'dance ever since I was a wee little girl.'Tis the Irish in me. Stage dancing was me first serious job outsidethe home." What kind of a life is that, especially for a na?ve girl on her own?"The older woman shrugged. "Well, 'na?ve' didn't exactly fit me, noteven back then. Me family left the Auld Country in '48. There waslots of fever on the boat, and some of us got sick with it. Me ma andme little brother, Dermot, died b'fore we could get to a hospital inNew York. .