Why couldn't I return the favor at the same time. It could be fun to give him a hand job.'Peter asked Sandra, "What do you think? Would it be okay if ...I do that for you?"Sandra loved it how he said 'for you' and not 'to you'. She shrugged and said, "Well, I wouldn't mind it. But ... I hope you don't mind me touching you as well."Peter's smile got a lot bigger while he said, "Do you think any guy would have a problem with that?" Probably not," Sandra answered giggling.Both of them looked at each. I got out of bed and was still half asleep as I walk to the door to open the door. Ohhh… I forgot to mention that I always sleep in my underwear and I opened the door just like that. I saw the lady and she saw me and screamed and turned around. I realized I was in my inner wear and just closed the door and came back wearing my pyjama. Apologized to her and asked her what the matter was, she invited me for lunch at her place. I thanked her and told her that I’d be there.Just when I was about to. Look at you in that black dress with the zippers!” Peggy commented. “It doesn’t bother you?” I asked. “No it doesn’t. I have to admit it is kind of weird, but what’s wrong with doing what you enjoy?” she said. “Well, there is a little more to it. When I dress up, I feel like a real woman and act like one as well,” I said. “You mean you are bi?” she asked. “No, not really, it’s a little complicated, but the bottom line is when I am dressed as a man, I am straight and have no desire to be with. I must be doing something right, there is the third mouse that I have caught unawares. As I got a little bit farther in the direction Honeybunch had suggested, I began to hear and smell strange goings on.I was finally able to get a good look at the source of the sounds and smells. Damned if it didn't look like an alligator with fur! I had finally found Mr. Blogmor Geste! The sounds were coming from a device that looked something like a Turkish water pipe, except that it seemed to be music..