“But he was an old fashioned libertine,” she recalled somewhat wistfully, “eventually he wanted more than I could provide alone.” “He introd...uced you to other partners?” She continued; her voice soft, breathy and low as I pleasured her, “one spring morning he turned up at my door with a young woman. A Parisienne, beautiful, dark haired and wild eyed, willing to try anything in the pursuit of attention, lust and money.” “Did you have to fuck her?” I asked running my fingers over the swell of her. The offer was realbut it played right into Kathy's hands. Without the handicap of a joband by moving to a different part of the country she could move aheadwith her plans to make a woman out of me!After I sold the company Kathy decided to work for a little whilelonger so I had a lot of free time on my hands. It wasn't more thantwo days into my retirement that I began to dress in Kathy's clothesall day long. It seemed like fun to wear a pair of pink jogging shortsand a top while I cleaned the. 'You ready?''Yep, just grabbing...' I stop talking as I watch him walk in and close and lock the door behind him. 'What're you doing?' I ask curiously.'Trying to conduct a meeting,' he smiles as he starts toward me.'In here? I thought we were meeting in your office?' I walk around my desk, toward him.'There's a lot of people on that end of the hall. I didn't want your math rage scaring them.' He smiles as he reaches for my blouse and uses it to pull me closer to him.'So, no budget meeting?' I. ?Howspiffing to see you.? ?And you, old thing,? Bertie laughed, bounding up the steps onto the veranda. ?Nowanyone for a sound thrashing on the courts,? he grinned, drawing his racketfrom the canvas bag with a flourish as if it was a duelling sabre. ?Not so old, you beast,? said Alice wagging an admonishing finger. ?And we'llsee just who thrashes whom.? She picked up her own racket and grasped Bertieby the arm. ?Now you absolutely must tell me what you've been up to and whereyou've been, I've.