Maine us ko ghumaya or us ki gaand ko bike pe tika k use chumne laga or us k ek boobe ko apne hatho se dabane laga wo garam hone lagi thi or mujhe or ...or se kiss karne lagi thi or apni jibh mere muh me ghusedne lagi or apna haatmere haat pe rkh k apne momme dabwane lagi mujhe bahot maja aa rha tha or wo bhi apni gand hilane lagi thi lekin tabhi dur se ati ek gadi ki lite padi to hum alag ho gaye or wo room ka lock kholne lagi or mai bike park kar k andar aa gaya us ka room kafi accha tha us ne. "You look absolutely stunning mother. If those women don't hurry up and get here soon I'm going to eat supper without them and you're the main course. Come hear and let me look a little closer." Mom walked across the room and pirouetted in front of me. Even with three-inch heels she did it like a runway model. I held her at arms length and admired her body covered in the skin hugging material. I bent and kissed each nipple through the dress and then bent to kiss her covered pussy. Then I stood. "She did, to a rather nondescript part of town where she parked in front of a beauty parlor."I'm not going in there," I said, now genuinely frightened. It was one thing to be an imitation woman in privacy, and enjoy the illusion. But this was authentic woman territory, and I was not one of them. To go in there, I thought superstitiously, might make me more of one of them than I wanted. It seemed terribly risky."Oh, Andrew, don't be silly. Do you want your ears pierced by some teenager at the. "I'm having fun. I'm --"Michael heard Jen laugh, and then say in a giddy voice, "Stop, will you? I'm on the phone." More laughter, and giggling. Then nothing for a few moments. Then Michael heard his wife say somewhat breathlessly, "Stop. Stop that. Don't."Nothing again. Then, she quickly said, "Honey, I've got to go. But I'll be home tomorrow night. Bye."The next day passed slowly. Michael didn't try to call Jen, and she didn't call him. He was about to leave for the airport to pick her up.