"Be polite and ask him ifthey're ready yet."Be polite? Unfortunately, Chad had a pretty good idea what she meant bythat. He curtseyed for the guy ju...t as three of the workers came outfrom the back room - one of them holding his dresses wrapped in clearplastic. "Aw my dwetheth weady yet?" he asked in his sissy voice.The man looked startled and glanced uncertainly at Mel. "Are theyready?" he asked her uncertainly.Mel only responded with a slight nod.He turned and took the dresses from one of. She understands when there are times I really need to blow. She’d seen my soft dick cum in her hand before we’d even got started in the past, to which she often just giggled.But she wasn’t giggling today. She was quiet, immediately getting up and going to clean herself in the bathroom. No tasting my cum on her finger or asking me to lick it off her. She was disinterested, despondent even. I was still stretched out in the bed when she got out of the shower. She had always admired my 6ft 2. There wasn't a blemish that he could feel.He kept his hand above her waist and resisted moving it anywhere near her breast. He stopped the stroking and gently combed her back with his finger-nails. She sighed and he resumed the soft stroking. She sighed again and her body relaxed a bit. He let his hand drift lower and let his middle finger just penetrate the crack of her bottom before moving back up to more familiar territory. He repeated the movement and was rewarded by a slight movement of. But, I had no idea why. It just seemed like I knew her. But the odds of me knowing a woman that stunningly attractive were either zero, or none.We finished the evening over drinks. It was something exotic and expensive. I got the feeling that the Chablis that I had brought had gone directly into the trash. Hannah was sitting on a couch next to Julian, shoes off, with her fabulous legs curled under her and her hand resting possessively on his shoulder. She was the perfect loving wife.I am not a.