But I was lonely, and they were the onlypeople in town I knew to look up. I walked up to the door and knocked."Hi," I said, rather abashedly. "I used ...to be Marisa." How strange to saysuch a thing! They looked at me with questioning, doubting eyes. I stoodthere, embarrassed, and spread my hands out as if to say, "Here I am,this is all of me. Really." They looked at one another, and back at me,and at one another again. Belief grew in their eyes, and joy crept inwith it. "Marisa! Marisa? Or what. Nate, you're not just making that up to get me to play with your dick, are you? You genuinely enjoy it.”I could have said some smart ass thing but this was a serious subject for me. I needed Megan to know, to understand just how much I loved doing that and how much I loved her for teaching me that it was not something to be fearful of but something that gave me as much pleasure as it did her. I walked around the table until we were face to face.“Megan, I don't have any fancy words to say that. "Oh you would be shocked. I told them no way I was doing some of what they wanted but that I would do some of their requests"My mind raced with what it was but I held my tongue.OK well go get yourself ready, lets do it, I saidShe sprang up and went into her bedroom.A few minutes later she emerged wearing a black top, black dress, black stockings and high heels."I know they arnt the best clothes but they were 2nd hand and cheap so I think they look OK" No they look fine” I said."Well how about. Then she spread her legs enough for me to massage her pussy through her shorts. As she rubbed my hard cock thru my jeans I felt a wet spot spreading on the front of her shorts. I pressed against her swollen clit and felt her body shake as she orgasmed and drenched her shorts with her juice. She said we should leave but for me to walk in front of her to hide her wet shorts. I walked into the empty elevator and turned around. She was facing the door as I pressed myself against her from behind. My.