“I want you dressed in something naughty, and heels”, he loved her in heels, the higher the better.The date was a week away, plenty of time for he... to go through her wardrobe and pick out an outfit, something that, if her memory served her right, she was sure he would appreciate.She was there before him, the date set for half 8 that night, she had an hour to wash off her long day at work and get ready for him and by the time he walked through the door she was waiting.As he stepped into the room. I have to. I-The solution crashed into Robert and he smiled tremulously. There was noother choice. None. Rational thought had fled earlier and left him withan insane, overriding need.Lifting the bag of clothes, Robert brought it to the bed and dumped outthe contents. Nearly transparent panties, pink top, black mini-skirt andpink cashmere sweater all fell to the bed. He licked his lips.Grabbing the thin, lacey panties, Robert stepped into them. He pulledthe panties up over his smooth legs,. My relief on seeing him was enormous. It meant I was nolonger alone in this, something I'd been more frightened of than I'drealised. When I got a clear look at him, I was surprised to see Bentonnow had a thick moustache in place of his beard."You shaved your beard off," I said, stating the obvious."What the movies get wrong about beards as a disguise is they see it assomething you add to your face, but it's not," he said, glancing up anddown the tiny street to make sure no one else was around,. I could taste myself and smell his manliness. I licked the rest of my cum off of his shaft in slow deliberate strokes making sure to tickle his skin under the head and along the thick tube running along the underside of his shaft. I felt the base root of his cock thicken and twitch in my hand with my lips pursed around his head. His balls tightened up and his hips moved forward. My fingers on my other hand ran thru his trimmed bush then up his abs, belly button, pecs, and finally reaching over.