I rub her under her jeans, back and forth, hip to hip, on each swing of my pendulum reaching slightly lower. I can feel that her underwear is soaked t...hrough, and the sensation causes my heart rate to accelerate and hot blood to flow to my crotch, creating an almost delicious rigidity that aches for relief. She slips one leg underneath mine, while the other drops to the floor, creating more room for my hand and arm.She, in turn, loosens my belt and tugs at the buttons holding my jeans together.. I did exactly that.I belted out the school gates and ran to his flat, he opened the door come and walked straight in to the front room, he had pulled the curtains, and there was a sofa and chair, I sat in the chair, he handed me a can of light ale beer and sat on the sofa near to me, cheers he said your a real man now, drinking beer and wanking, and he laughed. He showed me 3 films you choose, we watched a film where one woman was a landlady, and slept with 3 of her tenants while her hubby. "How about that, Boss Man! We're going to do our spa daytogether!" Hello, April." I groaned inwardly. My personnel director was NOT theperson I wanted to see at the Pink Pearl Spa, especially with me dressedin girly jeans, an embroidered T-shirt and four-inch heels and carrying atiny little purse. My wife, Laney, had dropped me off a few minutesearlier, explaining out loud in matter-of-fact terms the youngreceptionist that I was being transformed into a female image because mypenis was too. Ellen seemed really shy. It was Maggie who announced, "It's that hair dryer thing again." Then they turned and left, choreographed, leaving me to choose to follow. Which, of course I did. What fool wouldn't?I heard a rat-a-tat-tat from the front of the house, and found Ellen standing out on the porch. She didn't wait for the door. Once she saw I saw her, she blew a kiss through the glass, crooked a finger at me going her way, going back to her house, wagging her ass down the walk. I wasn't.