If you love me and I mean truly andpassionately love me, then you love my soul."Wow; where did that come from? The more I thought about it the more I...ealised it was true. I loved Helen for what she was about, what shethought and how she interacted with me. It was beyond what she wore orhow she was constructed. If Rachel asked me again if I would fancy Helenif she wanted to be a boy then the answer would be a resounding yes. Ilove her soul not her body or clothes."But...but what about God?". While I was thoroughly enjoying the experience, I did not want to blow in the first act. I pulled out of her mouth before telling her it was my turn.I stripped the gorgeous lingerie from her body leaving her in just the black heels she had worn all night. I laid her back on the bed where I had been before dancing my own tongue across her clit. Her loud moans told me to keep going as I placed my lips around her hood and began to lightly suck it in between my lips.Her hands gripped at my hair as. Then his hands were gone from my breasts and were moving down over my stomach, down towards my pussy, and I felt myself tense slightly in anticipation of his touch there, but it never came, instead his hands stroked the lotion down each of my legs to my feet, then back up along the inside of my leg. When he got to my knee he lifted it slightly and moved it away from him, opening up my pussy to his eyes and his hands, and I just lay there and watched him, feeling totally turned on, totally. I had a wonderful experience with the younger clerk that I would like to share. I needed a pair of slacks for an upcoming wedding. I had tried on a pair of tan dress pants that I thought I would like. The young thirty something lady who does the measurements was doing the cuffs. when she suddenly ran her hand up my leg and touched the shaft of my cock. She told me that I should perhaps get some pants that were not as tight. I have a rather large cock and it was straining the pants I had chosen..