There is one fantasy theme that works for me every time, and it’s variations of something that actually happened when I was 18 years old. It was the... summer before I went away to university, and I spent most of the long break baby-sitting for a family my parents knew. They – Mike and Julia – were a nice couple in their forties, and had twin 11-year old boys that I looked after from time to time. They ran an events business together, which often meant one or both of them working away overnight,. Wendy drove us to a well known restaurant downtown. I got some looksfrom men, which made me a bit uncomfortable. I guess women had to getused to it. The food was superb, and we were slightly tipsy as weleft. We probably should not have driven, but we made it safely backto Wendy's house. She told me I'd be staying in the guest bedroom, andshe had some clothes put up for me in the closet and dresser. I gotout of the nice clothes I had on. Although the feeling of wearing hosewas thrilling. Her breathing finally became regular and relaxed again, but she was having serious doubts about this. "Damn!" she thought, "I wish I have given him a safe-word or stop signal!"After a couple of minutes, the phone rang. She heard him pick up the TV remote and then heard the VCR buzzing as it started taping the show. He turned off the TV and answered the phone, "Hello?" Oh, hi John." Yeah? The guys are going out for a bar crawl tonight?" Sorry, dude. I, sort of, have a date tonight. Where are you. Bonnie blushed again, which drew a few laughs. I made her turn around and pulled up her skirt to show them her still quite red ass. This brought on an even more extensive blush that went down to her waist.Junior gave her a hug and told her not to be embarrassed, that Pride was all about letting go. Then he said it was about time to pack up and head to the bars. The streets were close to being reopened, so several people parked there were getting ready to leave. The group next to us had packed.