She had never walked so slowly in her life.She had concluded, more than a week ago, that knowing that she was actually being watched was infinitely mo...e exciting, than just pretending that she was being watched. She was almost certain that she wanted Mike to resume coming over into her back yard, and peeking through her bedroom window.She needed to talk with Mike, first to find out whether he was still interested, and then, assuming that he was, seeing about the two of them setting up some. He asked me to undress and sit down, he sat across from me at an easel and asked if I would masturbate for him. So I began to play with myself as he drew me. After a while of this he finished and showed me his drawings. I was still naked, he was clothed, he asked me if I'd like to wear a girls slip that he has. He left and came back with a white cotton slip with little spaghetti straps. He help me put it on and it made me feel sexy, it wasn't very long and left the tip of my cock and my. I haven't gotten used to it, now that I'm sane." I thought you were nutso now. Suddenly you're sane?"She said it with a smile. I was amazed that she was maintaining a good humor throughout all this. Probably it was because it was all going according to her script."I'm just ... not ready for all that now. Children? With me? Are you nuts? I'd be the worst father imaginable." I think you'd be the best. You're honest, loyal, kind, brave, trustworthy ... thrifty, too." She was ticking them off on. ’ He nodded. ‘Come. You should lie down for a bit. Did you sleep?’ ‘No. What I need is… Michael?’ She met his eyes. ‘Can you leave?’ Seeing his incredulous look, she hastened to add. ‘I’ll be okay. I promise. I need to get closure. I need to be alone. Please.’ He shook his head from side to side. ‘Shaunna, I can’t leave you and go right now. Look at you. You’re wrung out. You’re in no state to be left alone.’ ‘No, Michael, listen. Trust me. I won’t do anything… I mean, I just need to say.