“Why don’t you take a little nap? I’ll wake you when your friend comes out,” Diana suggested.Dan tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He ...umbled, “That’s not a bad idea.”Staring out the window of the car as Dan drove through the dark streets towards home, Diana said, “It’s really sad.”“I know,” Dan said. The sun had set an hour earlier and they were just returning home from Kim’s apartment.“She has nothing,” Diana said dismayed by what they had discovered when they had taken Kim home.. He'd realized hewas bi and had a thing for "chicks with dicks" only after he'd alreadygotten married, bought the house, and popped out a couple of kids aswell. He had a nice, high paying job with a law firm in San Jose andboth his wife and his family were too uptight to cotton to the idea thattheir darling, perfect, straight laced, macho man, liked to be dressedup as a cheerleader and then bent over a shemale's lap with his skirthiked up so she could spank him and he could start squirming. She often wore sweats over her other clothing and eventually would strip them off in favor of a pair of shorts and a tank top. She always wore a bra under her top but the sweat made it stand out.I managed to watch as she removed her sweats about 10 or 10:30 every day and my mind would imagine that she had forgotten to put somethin’ on under those sweats but she never did. But she started to notice my stare and would draw out her removal with a coy little smile on her face. She noticed a. I can widen them, but the stretch of the straps will not allow me to close them. “Does that feel okay?” he asks. And it does. It feels better knowing that the decision is no longer mine. I feel hot and exposed. I feel the wetness trickle out of my cunt, down my ass and onto the sheet. He looks at me. With one hand, he places a thumb on my clit and begins to massage it slowly. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. Sliding a finger inside me, he says, “and so fucking tight.” All of a sudden, I.