Opening my eyes, I could see longing in his face. I could relate to this face. I saw masculine characteristics which formed part of my own identity. I... said to him, “For the first time I am not playing a gender role or following stereotyped rules." Bob smiled as I went on to say, “I want a sexual experience with you where I see me from someone else's perspective if that makes sense?” “This is a strange situation,” he replied. “How about we dry each other off and retire to bed.” He made it seem. Dave packed his clubs into the car after he had gone back to the storage area and thanked the staff for looking after his clubs. The clubs seemed somewhat different in feel and sound; peeking in the bag he discovered each club had been specially packed for travel so they could not rattle or jostle each other in transit. He had already given his parting thanks to the pro shop staff and had shaken the hand of Harry, the pro. Harry had wished Dave well and Dave made the same offer to Harry about. He took the opportunity, to let himself in, he had been waiting for this for so long, needing to feel himself inside of her, needing to touch her naked body, watching her every movement and dreaming of how she would react under his touch and control. He takes his time watching her, getting aroused at what is about to happen, and even more aroused with the fact that she has no idea, doesnt know that he is there, doesnt know that he wants her so bad, that he looks at her in this way and that he. She'd wanted to see this film for some time and I'd finally allowed her to talk me into going. I'd resisted at first, thinking it was just another chick flick until I was advised by a work colleague to read the reviews. It seemed it had some pretty hot scenes in it. According to him, after he'd taken his wife to see it she'd almost ****d him when they got back home. That would do for me. It had been a while since my wife had let me touch her intimately. Maybe I would get lucky tonight.I got.