At the edge of the building we stopped to peek around the corner and reassess the situation.Apparently, late afternoon was the time when the resort ho...ted the weekly fashion show cocktail party. About 30 people were milling around the pool deck and watching as models walked through the group wearing different types of resort clothing."Shit," said Liz, "I guess we just keep on going?" Maybe everyone will be busy looking at the models and won't notice us. Let's just get it over with."We stayed. "Take the blouseand slacks off and let's see what kind of underwear you bought."While they were selecting panties and stockings from the bags from Betty'sBoutique, I slipped of my slacks and blouse. They stopped rummaging whenthey saw my new breast forms and couldn't keep their hands off them --except to fondle my pink satin corset and my gaff which was struggling tocontain my throbbing tool. "This corset is so cool and your stockings lookso sexy." Christie said. "Are these stockings hurting. Eventually, the toys got a bit bigger, but never much bigger than I was and we both enjoyed them equally as much. When she was at work and I was feeling frisky alone I'd have a self session myself. This lasted about as long as the marriage -- 4 years.A few months after I'd gotten divorced I started getting "out into the field" again. I had had sex with a few women, but none of them seemed interested in any sort of anal play -- mine or theirs. I'd succumbed to the fact that most women didn't. In addition, I’ll swear that there is something in what we discussed the other day. Their minds may be hypnotized and see what they are told to see, but I honestly believe that their bodies recognize that things are different and respond in a different way!’ ‘Frankly, I agreed with you. For me, the biggest evidence of that is the way I have responded to having his cock in my mouth and the way I’ve reacted afterwards. Something tells my subconscious mind that it’s a different feeling cock and I.