A man in a tux could give her problems… He zipped up his pants and flushed the toilet. With a deep breath he decided that he needed no shirt and pic...ked up his hanging bag. She looked at him as he opened the door, he smiled. She admired his body as he hurried to the closet to put away his things. ‘What did you put in?’ he asked as his arm disappeared into the closet. ‘Oh, nothing. I thought I’d let you choose.’ She handed him the case as he walked back from the closet. He stood over her as he. When I went into our room Sally Anne had put on her waspie, stockings and panties and was sitting finishing her makeup at the dressing table. The waspie gave her a very sexy waist and accentuated her naked breasts.She giggled as I told her what had happened and placed the parcel on the bed.The parcel was the items we had ordered at the Ann Summers sex aid party we had both attended, needless to say with me dressed as a woman.Sally Anne opened it and I watched in fascination as her breasts. Her blouse was sleeveless, allowing me to notice the underlying musculature of her arms. She was no stranger to the gym, and that should have turned me off right there. I liked my women women. I preferred them thick and curvy, with enough weight on them for child-bearing.Not that Stacey’s child-bearing ability was relevant to this interview.But I couldn’t shake the image of those long, pale legs in a pair of yoga pants, working out a deep, and in my mind, this was a deep squat.The soldier in my. She then leaned over to the left, her demon shorts slipping past the head of my erect manhood and I almost came then. She took a phone, typed something and showed it to me. I got up onto my forearms and saw the number 400. I understood and said yes, and started to get up to go and get my wallet when she smiled, motioned me to stay, reached over my pile of clothes, rifled through and found my wallet and extracted the payment. She smiled again, leaned down and kissed my lips again, and I noticed.