Claire agreed that whlle Greg was gone this week, we would continue our "fun", as she called it, but then it was over.Then Claire aded, "Bill that was...so wrong of me. You are so young. Also, I have never done that before, nor had anyone do me the way you did me. It felt so good, and so right, but I know it is wrong." As we lay there in her husband's bed, totally naked, we began to french kiss, and once again I was hard."Bill, you are amazing–ready again are you? But we really should not." . I spent the rest of my day fucking off and bullshitting with some of the guys, down on the assembly floor. The office was completely vacant, one minute after five. I was still messing around at my desk playing an online game when I noticed that Susan was still in her office. I called her, but she didn’t answer.I made my way, around the office, and started turning lights off. Still not a peep from Susan’s office. I finished up and went to check on her. I knocked on the door, a quiet “Come in,”. Her fingers lightly moved over his thickening shaft. Brushing here and there over the smooth sensitive skin of his prick, her frosted fingernails scratched a pleasing agitation. Likewise, her other hand wedged itself between the intimate contact of their crotches and found his testicles. His breathing increased in deepness as her delightfully cool fingers encompassed his sac and traced little swirls over his scrotum.While the girl lavished her manual dexterity over his cock and balls, his hands. Ellen somehow captured all the things that Joan and I liked to do and carried them out to our mutual enjoyment. As the affair matured, I realized that Ellen really preferred me to wear woman’s clothing. She would open up and talk more when I was dressed. After a while I spent most of my time in the house dressed as a woman. The trade was wonderful sex. One day, Ellen was sitting at the table and very upset. I figured she had just had another blow-out argument with her ex-boyfriend. She was.