"You are so good like this Tim," Wendy crooned into my ear. "This is the way you need to be. So open. So honest. So vulnerable." Wendy, please..." It'... okay Tim," she said, her hand once again pumping my cock. "You want to wear panties. It's okay, really it is, honey."Had I said that? Yes, of course, I did. I couldn't stop myself. I had been answering her questions all along, unable to censor myself at all. She brought me to this point every time we had sex. My life had already changed so much. It was a modern, plain building with an oak front door that led into a bright, welcoming hallway. She closed the door and took my coat. “Come on through to the kitchen.” That was a large, well-appointed room that showed all the signs of someone, like me, who actually cooked. Cluttered work surfaces, equipment such as a mixer, processor, tools and utensils hanging clean from racks. A few jars of spices stood ready for use beside the hob. She poured more wine and, before I could drink it, she. She would always remember this twenty-eighth birthday. This was the day she did loose her last virginity, her asshole. And what an assfucking it was. From now on she is going to insist get assfucked whenever she get the chance. She would get another dildo to put that up her asshole, she promised herself. Then she got up and pulled out some tissues from the dispenser to wife off the cum from her asshole and thighs and cunt. She took up the dresses those were scattered around the room. She put on. But I have a plan. Since I have nothing to do with my hands, I simply rest them on my lap but my fingers are to the side, almost touching Christine’s legs. Since we’re so close, she moves around and her legs touches mine but she can feel that my hand is there. She looks down, smiles at me, and moves her leg a little closer, her skin touching my hand. 

OK, there can be no pretense now. She definitely feels this, she’s definitely letting me put my hand on her skin. She’s definitely NOT moving.