Julia, just shrugged and waved another well manicured and red lacqueredfingernail at her husband. The hand pointed at the waist, made a sharpmovement ...downwards. "Off" was all she said and her husband immediatelyobeyed. Gingerly fumbling nervously at his trousers, it was Joyce whowas open eyed as this poor creature did not open the fly at the front ofthe grey trousers, but to a button at the left side and he lowed the zipat the side, letting the trousers fall to the ground. He was wearingwomen's. It couldn’t be. Could it? I had an ardent, yet lamentably, brief affair on that holiday with a man fifteen years my senior who was leaving the resort the day after I arrived. We spent one incredible night together and although we never saw each other again, I had never forgotten him. Quite the contrary in fact, I thought about him for months afterwards and years later still attribute that night with him to a sexual awakening in me. That night changed my experiences for the better. Until then I. Thru high school I had several girlfriends for varying amounts of time and a number of single dates. I wasn't the class stud but did manage to get laid occasionally. I also had my first sex with an older woman. Near the beginning of my sophomore year, Mrs. Brown, my homeroom and English teacher caught me and a girl making out in an out of the way spot behind the building at lunch. The girl had my cock out, in her hand as she jacked me off while we kissed. Mrs. Brown ordered us to come to. Look at the bl**d on Bill’s dick!” I was so embarrassed, I slid backward causing Bill to come-out of my pussy. Not cum out, come out. Bill had fought off orgasm after orgasm. Now I was satisfied, but exhausted, embarrased, and ready to take a break. Monica got a wash cloth and lovingly washed Bill’s dick clean of my fluids including my bl**d. “My turn,” she announced as she took his hand and guided him to a vacant and dry portion of the bed. “Come to Monica, my love.” Bill, that horny rascal,.