54-TIT FOR TAT "1990 SANDY THOMAS

frustration at the back of my throat. How could he think of curling his hair after what happened tonight???

Victor had encouraged me into this and I needed to work out some answers; but tonight I kept my thoughts to my self. That night I flopped into bed with a grateful sigh. I was glad the day was over. The day was a nightmare, I wasn't afraid to sleep.

The next morning, I opened my eyes, and looked at the clock. Eleven o'clock. I felt good despite a slight hangover. I felt flushed and very drowsy, yet refreshed. I grasped the neck of my weblike nightgown to take it off and remembered that I only had my makeup bag, evening dress and a simple skirt and blouse here at Victor's house. I grabbed a heavy cotton robe and went to the kitchen. I needed coffee.

Victor was there already dressed. He had a smile on his face...the kind of smile my wife would wake up with after a 'hard' night. "Morning, sleepy head," he said with a giggle. He was wearing a tight, black leather mini-skirt, a pink sweater and perched on four inch high heeled pumps, he served coffee and cooked some eggs. He had been doing a lot of the cooking lately and talked about recipes he was going to try. We ate and we chatted about 'nothing' for a while. Then out of nowhere, his hand slid down my arm and tightened around my wrist and said, "Please, Don't say anything to Tana about last night. OK?"

Tears came to his eyes. His fingers played distractedly with the hem of his skirt sitting high on his crossed knees. He felt the need to explain, "It would worry Donna."

"Okay," I said watching Victor's expression. Feminine wisps of dark hair curled against the 'V' of his low-cut

"Victor looked contented, almost angelic floating in his pool."

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sweater. Victor looked more delicate and vulnerable than ever. He looked at me, his long lashes swept down across his cheekbones which burned in remembrance of the evening before.

I agreed, perhaps it was better that our wives didn't know.

A couple of weeks later, Tana and I were out at our pool. I was in my one-piece bathing suit. I casually wandered over to the fence that separated our yard from Victor's. I looked over the fence into Victor's back yard. It was hedged in and about a hundred yards separated me from where I saw him laid out on a raft in the pool. His scanty clad body was reclined in youthful abandon. His long black hair was swept up in a pony tail and he was wearing a tiny one piece yellow bathing suit. He looked fully girlish from the smooth. front of his suit bottom to his full round hips, long legs and very evident full breasts. I was amazed by his not wearing any padding.

I stood watching him for a while when I heard Victor yell something at his house. I saw the back door open and expected to see Donna, but I didn't. A man emerged carrying a tray of pink frozen drinks, like strawberry daiquiris. It was Jack. Victor looked up towards Jack as he approached the pool and sat up, swimming to the side. Getting out, he brushed a strand of dark wavy hair behind an ear. His tight, low cut suit top amply displayed his now fully developed breasts. The high cut bottom rested comfortably high on his rounded hips, showing long smooth legs that ended with a pair of high heeled slippers. He crossed his slim legs in a provocative manner while Jack poured the pink juice into tall glasses.

I couldn't move as I watched quietly. They toasted, then Victor rubbed suntan lotion all over Jack's body. Then Jack had Victor lay down on his stomach and unhook his top. He squirted suntan lotion on Victor's back from his neck to his dimpled bottom jutting out below a curvaceous sloping back. Victor turned over and lowered his straps and top from his white breasts. Jack rubbed the lotion up Victor's smooth legs and over his rounded stomach getting a little too much in Victor's navel. Victor squealed and playfully jumped as Jack probe the 'dimple' trying to retrieve the excess lotion.

Victor reached an arm around Jack's neck and pulled until their lips touched. Their bodies molded to each until that Victor's full breasts were crushed against Jack's ath-