Incense filled the room with smoke and a dense scent that almost made me feel d**gged. I could only imagine what the music, the incense, the touching ...must be doing to my wife up on the stage.I looked around the theater and was amazed at what I could see in the dim light. Everyone’s eyes penetrated through the darkness to concentrate on Sally as though they were drinking in her nakedness. Everyone seemed hypnotized by her nakedness. The masseur lightly trailed his fingertips down Sally’s body,. Not so much desire, or need. More like, accepting. Like hesaw me as a person long before he noticed me as a figurehead. Or idol. IfI had to pick a tried and true moment to relive over and over, it would bethe sensation of my fall being arrested by his arms.It was one of those type of moments they make sure is in every romanticcomedy.The way he seemed to just ... respond ... to me was another point ofinterest. Our conversation in Mr. Eastman's class had been a knee-jerkreflex on my part. I'd. Feminine... pink...I am NOT a man who likes to wear panties!!!!I turn around on my other side, eyes screwed shut.The problem is I so desperately want to put them on. Every day, I wantit more and more. The thrill of slipping my legs into something so....risky and perverted. So... naughty. The thought of feeling that slip offabric, that lace caressing my legs, as I pull them on... entering thisforeign world, giving in to temptation, changing into a man who likes...STOP STOP STOP!I turn over. "Yeah – throw the beef to me, brother!" Holly cried, shifting her haunches around toward Jimmy. Her head sank down to the bed and her ass hiked up higher, thighs parted, pussyjuice streaming down her crotch."Fuck me like a dog, Jimmy!" she urged. Jimmy glanced at Diana, who gave him a nod of approval and encouragement.Jeez – we're a funny family, the boy thought quite happily as he knelt down behind his sibling's trim little ass, girding his loins for the game.Holding his prick by the hilt, he.