I just needed to put on the rest of my jewelry- black andsilver bangle with a matching ring on one hand with a women's gold andsilver dress watch and...matching gold and silver ring on the other, anda silver necklace- and I was all set.I looked at my reflection in the mirror again. First, I looked for,and I was relieved that I couldn't see, any of my identifying features.If I was read, no one would have an inkling of what I actually lookedlike or who I was. As for being able to pass, well, I. She washed her hands saying, "Damn, I forgot the gloves!"She dried her hands real good added some powder to them andput on a pair of rubber gloves. She then washed my chestgently but real good using some stuff out of another jar.Then she dried my chest and smeared this creamy stuff allover them rubbing it in gently and very softly. She putsome round cloth pads on them and had me sit up. Then sheput my new bra on me and had me lie back down. That creamreally tingled and her applying that cream. She told me she did not wear any underwear under that dress on purpose to see what I would do. As much as I wanted I never fully penetrated it was always just my head rubbing on her.I was shocked that she remembered and was really embarrassed. I told her I am sorry but I did not know what I was doing. She smiled and didn't seem to bother her. She told me it was a long time ago and we were both really young.I apologized again but she said it was a two way street and she enjoyed the feeling as. . It was too late now though, my mouth itched to call out ‘oh sorry I’ve just remembered an important appointment!' but my body was tingling eager for more and I just kept silently repeating to myself ‘it’ll be ok' like some kind of mantra. When he leaned over me and stroked his hand up the back of my thigh it felt strangely electric knowing he was naked, that there was a naked man stroking and caressing my naked body... I still couldn't entirely believe it was real, I wondered if he was still.