"It's me," I said in a small voice."What being a cross dresser?" she asked. "Of course that doesn't matterto me at all." No it's not that. It's just t...at." I started to say but stopped. Gettingup and going over to the bar I grabbed the bottle of wine pulled out thecrock and refilled my glass."You're not bi are you?" she asked me as she suddenly realized myapprehension."No," I said. "Yes, maybe, I don't know." I then stammered. "Look It'sjust for a long time now I have been wondering what it. ‘We need to talk,’ I said. And then I confessed. I told her everything. I told her how I felt about her. I told her how I loved every beautiful hair on her head. How I loved her bright eyes and her smile. How I loved her sense of humor and the way she giggled and the way she pouted when she was upset and the way she stretched when she yawned. Heather listened to every word I said. She was amazed. She just stared at me speechless for several moments. Finally, I took the initiative. I leaned. My hands traveled up his arms, digging my nails into his biceps every time he hit that perfect spot with his cock. I could feel another orgasm building, my pussy gushing with wetness as I got closer and closer. I moaned, trying to stay quiet enough that the neighbours wouldn’t hear. He put a hand over my mouth, smiling. “Be as loud as you want, sexy.” I moaned into his hand, feeling my pussy tighten around him as the tension built in my hips. He thrust faster, and I felt his thighs tightening –. "True and it's a lot colder too," he replied."That it, other than collating the results?" I asked."Till the next time, yes. Though I'd appreciate using your work's PC's direct connection to stream the data back to Durham. Apparently last time the wireless connection got corrupted and they had to wait till we got back," Colin remarked."No problem, we'll probably have guests around though," I replied."Ah yes, the Krav Maga class your good lady was telling me about," he confirmed."That's the one,".