There staring me in the face was my pink bra and panties and blonde wig. I froze. He swung open the van door. I snooped in your dresser last night. He...said. Here's what's gonna happen, Im gonna give you 3 minutes to put that on if you don't im gonna tell everyone your secret.I did as he said. He then opened the van door again and got in the back with me. He got close to me, I didn't know what he was gonna do. He forced me to my knees. Why didn't you tell me you dressed? He said. With that he. We were clearly teasing each other as our knees touched.She lifted her martini to her mouth and took another sip while I did the same with my drink, our eyes looking into each others eyes over the rims of our glasses, both of us getting drunk, knowing we wanted each other, our lust growing, our inhibitions fading. It was just a matter of time.“So what do you do in New York?” I asked, swirling my drink, letting the ice cubes clink.“I’m a professor at NYU and write articles on feminism and other. That stays between me, the shower...and now, you," she says, fumbling with her fingers while biting her lip. A slight smile crosses Matthew's lips. He is obviously making her nervous, he thinks, but why? "You're very nervous," he muses out loud. "That's an acute observation, Matthew," she retorts, the sound of his name coming out of her lips like a gentle caress, making his heart skip a beat. "You could call it that. Why are you nervous?" he asks, leaning his back against the counter as he. I jumped up and slid in behind her. She pulled my arms around her body, and then she tried to turn to snuggle against me. Her leg continued to thrash about as I held her.I didn't even think as I pulled her down to lay in front of me on the couch. That allowed me to start rubbing along her hip.I guess I was thinking that sometimes when my wife gets leg cramps, she likes for me to massage the spasm away. Judy's attack looked like an epileptic seizure, but it was confined to just her left leg. I.