“Did you do as I asked?” she questioned, nodding towards my crotch with a mischievous smirk. I nodded. “Good. I’m famished.” A shudder went through me as she said it. She held out a hand and beckoned me towards her. I gladly obliged.She grabbed my shirt and pulled me in close, her soft lips meeting mine. I closed my eyes and let myself fall on top of her as she lay back onto the bed, my hardness pressing between her legs. She moaned in delight and wrapped her legs around me. She took my wrist in her hand and guided me to her full, firm breast. I squeezed hard, passionately, her nipple pressing eagerly against my palm. I caressed and rubbed her breast as we kissed, my cock throbbing against her, already threatening to explode after a week of denial and frustration.Her hand pushed against my chest, breaking our contact. But her coy smile assured me that nothing was wrong. Her robe had been totally opened by our movements. She wore nothing beneath it above the waist. Only a lacey pair. Denny has been living next door for about two years and he is divorced. At that time he was about 34 or so and real nice looking, with short black hair and a goatee with blue eyes and a great body and a real ladies man. I had a little crush on him since he moved in and he secretly was a fantasy of mine sometimes when I was dressed up. And now here he was in the kitchen with me… Denny apologized for barging in without knocking and after a few minutes of talking I think we both got a little more comfortable with each other as we sat down at the kitchen table. Denny had a million questions like when did I start dressing like a girl, how often I dress and of course if I was bi or gay…and I looked him square in the eye and told him that when I was dressed like this that I wanted to be with a man so bad… Denny didn’t say a word. “Care for a drink? I asked in order the break the awkward silence. “Yeah, I think I need a drink right about now.” When I stood to get Denny the scotch he.
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