He had distinguished widow’s peak-like high hairline that enhanced his sexy masculine look. He looked very straight laced and, had he not been strok...ing his thick hard cock he would have looked out of place. He was staring at me and had obviously enjoyed the show, but there was something else. He was really watching me.I couldn’t blame him. I was very lean yet firm in all the right places. My ass was purrrfect. My legs were ultra-femme looking. My classic black heels, tight black top, stockings,. There were presents under the tree and arranged around it and in my mind I could see the excitement on their faces as they looked at all the wrapped packages and tried to imagine what was inside."The children were nestled all snug in their beds..."is what I found out when I called my parents house and talked to my mom to see if she knew where Shelly and the kids might be. Shelly had called her and asked if she could watch the kids for a while since I wasn't home she wanted to go out for dinner. " You're like a flower slowly opening in the sunshine," she said thatevening while we lay in my bed trying to ignore Clint's purring."You're my sunshine."Next day I wore some of her lipstick to work. She said she liked kissingme when my lips were satin smooth. How could I resist that kind ofemotional pressure? And it was only a discreet shade. And it looked okay.More than okay.As much as that bastard genie had made me a woman, it was Olivia whohelped me to enjoy it. Right after I'd zipped up. Most all had been married at least once. It was kind of a sign to me that keeping a happy marriage was much harder than most people think. If I ever married again it would have to be the right woman. My biggest problem now was that even though these women were very nice, I never felt that special spark. Maybe there wasn’t any such thing, maybe it just happened in the movies. I just wasn’t going to rush into any relationship. Besides I was rather happy with my life, and a wife would just mix it.