I got us both a drink, put on some music and we sat in my living room. He looked around and asked a question or two about some of my decorations.Since...it seemed I had to lead, I ran my hand up his thigh to his crutch and got my first feel of his hard young cock. Once he cottoned on he did the same for me, which gave him his first experience of touching someone else’s tool. A few moments later I started unbuttoning his shirt, followed by undoing his trousers. He bent to take off his shoes and. Her friend seemed to give a look of approval.“Sure.” She answered, “By the way, I’m Ann.”“I’m Bill.” Was the reply.The two made their way onto the dance floor as ‘Dance, Dance, Dance’ by Chic started to play.“Dance, dance, dance.” Ann said with a smile.“Yowsa, yowsa, yowsa!” Bill repeated at the appropriate time along with the song, “I never understood what that meant though.”His partner laughed with a big grin.“I remember all these songs from when I was in high-school.” She said.“Me too.”. That thought went away asquickly as it came because of the smile on Paula's wife face assured theformer maid it was fine.Jen loved the grateful look Paula gave and in some way better understoodwhy her husband needed to be a maid. Jen knew one of the secrets offeeling better about yourself was to be kind to others. Paula was notonly punishing herself by being a maid; but was trying to be kind, bydoing everything around the house to feel better.The wife who was helping her husband accept who he. He did not, in fact, dwell on things, sexually speaking, until it was time to get ready to go to bed that night. He'd only peed once that day, and since they'd been at the campsite when that urge hit him, the camp restroom was handy. This time he'd gone into the female side. It had felt strange, and he'd looked around before going in, as if afraid he'd get "caught" violating the sanctity of the women's john. Then there had been a moment of worry that some other woman would be in there. There.