After the fifth, his fingers were sliding over my amazingly wet pussy lips."Did you learn your lesson?" he asked."Oh, yes, Jake!" I replied."Well, sta...nd up," he said. "One more thing to remind you of it," and he tucked my dress up into the belt, so that I was now walking around with my ass and pussy on complete display."OK, you can go back to what you were doing," he said."What!" I exclaimed."I'm sorry, did you want something?" he asked."Aren't you going to make love to me?" I asked."Not right. I saw her look around and then saw her breath asigh of relief. I imagine she had pictured the horrors ofa bachelor pad with clothes, newspapers, old pizza boxes,and smelly socks hanging from the chandelier, but thehouse was neat. It only needed a good dusting andvacuuming, plus the dishes had to be done, and thebathroom needed a good scrubbing, and the tile floorshadn’t been washed in a while, and the windows werefilthy, and could she regrouted the chimney while she wasat it?I offered her. Short skirts, tight shorts and pants, eye popping cleavages, pert butts, shapely legs and of course, a very prominent package between their legs. It was everything I imagined and dreamed of.I stopped outside one of those fast food places you see on tv and I saw exactly what I was looking for. A block further down was the most beautiful shemale I ever saw. About 5’10, 80 pounds and wearing a tight red mini skirt that showed off her big dick, a blue crop top that flaunted her tanned midriff and. Why did I have to put so much submission onto thepaper?This brought out even more laughter from it. It actually hurt to feellike I was the butt of some joke for her. Didn't she understand thiswas not right? This needed to be fixed, now! Chuckling she managed tosqueeze out, "Yes... go get some panties."I went over to the dresser and opened up her lingerie drawer. Oh, ifonly it had always had these contents! We wouldn't even be in thismess. *Sigh* Now, I'm the victim of my own male hormones, or.