Satisfied that all was well, he emptied his pockets, placing the contents on his dresser. He undressed and put his clothes in the hamper before going ...o the bathroom to shower.Emerging from the bathroom feeling nice and clean, he put on his bathrobe before making his way to the kitchen. In the kitchen, he mixed a seven and seven -- strong on the seven. It was his one alcoholic beverage of the week and he liked it to have a little kick to it. Returning to the living room, he sat down on his. As soon as she finished talking, she opened her robe and slipped it off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor behind her.Anne was completely naked under the robe, her large beautiful DD tits pointed straight at me and her hard nipples begging to be touched and sucked. She stood there in all her glory as I stared slack-jawed at the vision in front of me. Only moments ago I stood at her doorway wondering if I should kiss her goodnight–now she was offering her luscious and very naked body to me. Eve Hunter was starting to seem like a bit of a slippery character.It was nice having Cassie back in the apartment, and on a Friday evening they could start to relax.They made a rich, calorific, lasagne, drank a good bottle of wine between them, and waddled from the table to the couch to relax. As they had been doing for many years, they pressed the bare soles of their feet against each other as they sat and watched TV. This was perhaps the most sensual contact that Cassie had ever received. She looked at me like she was sizing me up. I askedher if she would wear skirts again and she replied that I would be in onesooner.A few weeks later we were invited to my friend Jimmy's birthday party.It had a Scottish theme and it was suggested that the men wear kilts. Iwas not going to do so but Eva said that whilst she understood that I wasa man's man was I not comfortable with my masculinity? Did I thinkpeople would consider me to be gay or a transvestite if I wore a kilt?Did I not know.