"Warum ziehst du das nicht selber an?" fragte ich Svenja, meine Erz?hlungunterbrechend."Ich bin ein Hosen M?dchen", erkl?rte sie. "Das wei?t du doch."... Und ich ein Strumpfhosen Junge", kicherte ich. "Oder ist das ein RockJunge?"Sie sah mich seltsam an. "Wei?t du, selbst nur in dem Slip habe ich dichnicht als Jungen gesehen."Darauf wusste ich nichts zu sagen. Um nicht eine merkw?rdige Stilleaufkommen zu lassen, oder gar das Thema zu vertiefen, erz?hlte ichweiter.Dabei zog ich ein graues Kleid aus. As I got to around mile number 2, I ran past a parking lot where most of the younger crowd started their run. I noticed a younger couple standing by a BMW X5. The woman drew my attention from a distance, all I could tell was that she was wearing what appeared to be a cashmere coat, which stopped just below her waist. At first I thought she was wearing yoga pants, but as I got closer to her I could tell she was wearing black stockings."That's an odd way to dress on such a chilly morning," I. I liked the height at which it put her; it fit me easily, without wearing my legs down.I slid my cock back home, from behind, and held her firm, sweet ass cheeks. I heard the alarm go off, and Dan quickly snatched it up and shut it off. "Ignore that," he snapped. Then he climbed out of his seat, and sat down on the couch right next to us. His face was only inches from hers. "You look amazing," he told her, leaning forward and kissing her. Then his hand was playing with her tit, while I used her. Karen had stopped by looking for Jewel a few times. “I thought maybe I could get her to take a coffee break,” she said. “I know she’s busy, but I miss her.”“When does Ethan get back?” I asked. Jewel had mentioned that he was on a business trip, which was probably why Karen was feeling lonely, but my wife just couldn’t spare the time right now.“Not until the end of next week,” she sighed, heading back to her house.After Karen left, I called Jewel, mostly to find out what time she would be home..