"Well can't you bloody serve them then?" I don't know them Fred; tourists." Bloody townies coming down here disturbing a man's memories," he muttered ...nd ambled off to the bar!"That was Fred," I said to Angie who was giggling behind her hands."Aw, he's lovely Dave." Yeah but give him half a chance, and he'd still try to get into your knickers."She crossed her legs unhurriedly, a la Sharon Stone."He wouldn't have to try very hard Dave, would he?"My eyes popped at the sight of a clean-shaven. What? Had he said that out loud? It seemed unlikely.“Why do you say that?” he eyed his assistant, wondering if the guy was reading minds.It was preposterous to think that, but being in another guy’s body was impossible, too, yet, hell, there he was, prancing around pretending to be Aron’s husband, a male model driving a Porsche Spyder.“Are you reading minds?” he asked while continuing to look crossly at Mark.“No,” Mark asked after a short moment of hesitation that didn’t go unnoticed to. She can't keep eye contact with my for longer than a mere moment or two, she's compelled to close her eyes, lean her headback, sighing and moaning all the while. The lights of the dim room, what little there were, dance with the shadows upon her heaving chest, rising and falling, letting the shadows and lights mingle in placid serenity. This only helped to bring me closer to climax.I know that, all the while, I'm bringing her closer and closer to her climax, I can feel her tensing and. I found that I had enjoyed both – very much! It was a huge turn-on to me when I thought about, which was often!So the next obvious step was for me to do it again. That, I was to find, was not as easy as it sounds. When you go to a party there are usually couples there for a good time, but would the ladies like their men having another woman – I doubt it. Yes, there are clubs you can join for this, but you have to find them.Also you can hardly go into a pub and ask if anyone is up for a fuck?.