Tracy answered it."It's for you, Bill," she told me, being very polite for Tracy. A cynical part of me informed me it was simply because I was doing a...favor for her tonight and she wanted to stay on my good side. But a more hopeful part wondered if she was simply calming her attitude towards me a little."Hello?" I said, expecting it to be Mike.It wasn't. It was Debbie. "Hi, Bill," she said. "How you doin'?" How'd you get my number?" I asked her, knowing I hadn't given it to her."Oh, I've got my. Pulling her close to me, she placed her head on my chest. I felt her body relaxing against mine as my fingers caressed her and we drifted off to sleep. It was that perfectly deep black empty sleep. The kind where time stops and peace surrounds you. A sleep that is warm, and wet. Surrounding you. Tugging at you. My eyes fluttered open. What I saw and felt was surreal. Monica had my shaft in her mouth and was slowly sucking on it. Her hand wrapped around the base. She was on her hands and knees,. Cara’s gorgeous brown eyes were locked on mine. She stroked my cock. She was a little clumsy, but it was obvious it wasn’t her first time. She started to pull down the sheets. I immediately resisted.“Stop,” she said. “You can’t cum in the sheets.”“Then we shouldn’t be doing this,” I protested.“You were doing it without me,” she said, “Were you going to ruin the sheets?”She gave the top sheet a tug. There was a second that I was exposed without her looking down. Time seemed to stop for a. I have loved dressing up ever since my early teens when I first discovered the delights of dressing in my mum's underwear. Although I have gone for long periods abstaining from dressing, the truth is that I am addicted to wearing lingerie. So, I will always return to it. My particular favourite is to wear retro underwear like french knickers, slips, basques, fully fashioned nylons and the like.My wife was working, and I was at home. I did not expect her home until about 11.30 as she was due.