"It's not a question of my not caring, it's just that I accept you forwho you are. Harry was a manly man and I loved him for that when wewere married....I can also appreciate men like yourself who want to wearmy girdles and bras. The thing is, even if you aren't a manly man,you're still a man where it counts, and I like that."I wondered what she meant by the fact that my having a mans bodycounted. Counted for what? I was afraid that it would be rude to askher so I remained silent for a minute and. Just as my orgasm was slowing down she burst into the bathroom as I was leaving the shower and saw my still hard cock, she gasped and stared for a couple of seconds, she looked at me and walked away.I had mix feelings about the whole thing but I left it alone, later that night I woke up at some weird sounds coming from the other side of the house, went to find out what it was, at first I thought something may be wrong and as I got closer to my mom’s room the noise grew louder, I got closer and. Again the answer was a simple no. Lucia hadn't pressed it. The same thing happened on Wednesday. Faith again politely refused on Thursday. This time Lucia wanted to know why. Faith told her."Boyd won't come," she'd said unwillingly, sure that Lucia'd want to discuss the sordid details that she herself would sooner leave unspoken. But Lucia'd merely smiled knowingly as she got out a cigarette and lit it. Then she exhaled thoughtfully and looked her right in the eye. "How do you know until you. Eyes straight ahead trying not to see if anyone was looking at her exposed body. Her nipples tighten and raised at the thought of his eyes and hands on them. She pulled into the hotel parking lot. No way she would be able to get out of the car and through the lobby with no one seeing her. She was too wet and too turned on to even consider backing out. Deep breath in and she got out of the car, the chain rattling in between her tits. She subconsciously touched her tag to make sure it was.