Iplayed with how my hair set around my shoulders and on the sides of mybreasts. The sheer sleeves felt so smooth brushing against my skin. Iloved ho... the frilly sleeves or chiffon layers at my hips would tickleme. Everything really felt wonderful down to my stockings and heels. However there wasn't a sexual pull to it. More of a sensualsatisfaction, an almost release of matching what I felt with how I seenmyself. Looking in the mirror I liked the girl I appeared to be. Ithought this is. With no choice in hand, I had to concede. We went to sleep, my girlfriend, Rita on my left side, me in the center and Geeta on my right side. I gave a quick kiss good bye to Rita and we went to sleep. Now, my girlfriend, Rita and I, have had sex loads of time, Geeta doesn’t know that, so I know all the points of Rita where I can touch and turn her on. After getting an hour or two sleep, in my sleep I turned right and put my arms around Geeta, she had her back facing towards me. Now since, my. And here I was, caught staring at the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in this town, I started walking quickly keeping my eyes on the floor, to afraid to meet his beautiful eyes again, as I walked fast passing him, I could smell his sweet perfume that made my mouth water, I stormed out of the library like if I was chased by a life threatening menace, only stopping to register the books at the librarian desk. That night, I jacked of thinking about the library guy, actually; I couldn’t stop thinking. When we drove home A kept lifting her skirt in the car and showing me the tops of her stockings so by the time we got through the front door we were both as horny as hell. Rather than just go from there we decided to hit the internet and see if we could chat to some single guys with the outside chance of a short notice meet. We were in luck; we got in touch with a guy (M) who was staying at a 5* hotel and conference centre no more than 10 minutes down the road.We chatted over the net for a.