D cups, according to thelabel in the bra I'd just taken off. I pushed them together, strokedthem, squeezed them. It was a feeling like I'd never exper...enced before.I even tried to lick them, as I'd seen women do in seedy movies. Theyfelt colder than the rest of my body. I looked again in the mirror. I washaving the same feeling between my legs as I'd had earlier. I cautiouslyput my hand down there and gently caressed the small patch of hair aboveit. It tickled lightly and sent a small shiver up. I'm afraid that I was exhibiting my well known country bumpkin personality. Your appearance totally surprised me because one does not normally see men dressed as you are in Phoenix, AZ. Please follow me. I don't have a home office, as such, but we should be comfortable in our family room. There is a table there which we can use as a desk if that is appropriate." Excellent, Mr. Brinkley, and please address me as Ralph. May I call you Jimmy?" Certainly, Ralph. I always feel better when people. Her legs weren't long enough to reach the floor and her right foot was swinging a little bit.It was the standard cheerleader's uniform - the panties were blue, thicker than normal panties but not quite shorts. Her butt was facing me as I came through the kitchen door. I stopped in my tracks as I saw her.I don't know how long I stood there just watching her. She was so beautiful. My first love, who didn't want to have anything to do with me. I decided then that if she was going to give it up for. Back to the old routine, go out thereand make the big bucks. F Troop back to normal, Sir! Simple, right?After the most mind-blowing weekend of my life - as 'Lisa' - it wasanything but. Identity Crisis? Don't even go there! This wasn't theMonday from Hell; this was Hell - all seven levels of it.The First Level of Hell was waking up alone. I had taken my beautifulgirlfriend back to her place after our erotic dinner."Baby, I have to go to work at the club," she had chided softly, "andyou have to.