Kissing turned into frantic snogging and his hands roamed up and down my back.As my hands felt the back of his neck I gave it a few minutes and then m... hands came round the front. I began undoing his shirt buttons, then ripped open his shirt, he had a hairy chest, my hands running up and down his chest as his hand tugged at my T shirt I pulled it off over my head and we resumed kissing.My hands were soon back to his chest as his hands were running up and down my spine. I moved off his lips and. Let me describe her. Rhea’s height was about 5’5” and I was 5’7”. We looked fabulous together.She was well built and she did Zumba regularly and very particular about her diet. I was averagely built and jogged almost regularly and had flat abs and nice features. Rhea looked pretty in every attire she wore and she can carry any look. Urban chic, traditional.But I adored her, whenever she wore a shirt and jeans and tied the shirt at the end to make a knot on her ripped jeans. She was just a. I'm comfortable. A little apprehensive, but comfortable." Can I ask? I mean I don't want to shatter the spell of the moment, buthow did you get Jenny to go along with your having a date with me?" It is complicated. I guess she wants me to learn to submit completelyas a female. It's part of my training you might say. Jane also had ahand in it. She's the one that watches over my training the most. Jennyis the one who handles my discipline. I mean I am become a woman tolearn what it is like to. It is a work day,” I said.Well I did bring a pair of men’s carpenter jeans. They are my work clothes,” she said.“I hope you wear a top,” I suggested smiling at her.“Of course,” she said.When she returned to the kitchen, I was drinking a third cup of coffee, She was indeed wearing carpenter style jeans. They must have been for a teenage boy, not a man. She was also wearing a navy blue tee shirt with some upscale department store’s logo. It was tight as well. She saw me looking.“What? you didn’t.