Yeah, I liked it too” he says, giving me his best I-just-ran-head-first-into-the-quarterback-but-I’m-ok look. I sigh contentedly, then lean in to ...iss him again, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth before sliding down and encountering the neckbeard where I had planned to nibble.“Better get done in here”I stroke the fuzz covering the underside of his jaw and his Adam’s apple then reach for the foam and razor. Squirting foam into my palm I smooth it tenderly over chin and neck. I’ve not often. We went downstairs to her room where Mary produced a pair of stockings and placed one of her wigs on my head. I drew the line when she wanted to make me up, enough was enough. We stood before the mirror and surveyed the results. I was surprised. While I was obviously a man in a dress, I didn't look too bad, and it surely felt good! For the rest of the morning we could hardly keep our hands off each other, taking every opportunity to touch, caressing the silky fabric, waiting as our passion. . every one of those towns had a cut ... long or short ... that kept us out of the city limits ... be it back roads, trails or no road at all. (No road at all was the abandoned railroad ... that I remember distinctly but no one else does. I think Mother was in denial about the Rail Road track ... the bridge was terrifying.)The first time we visited 'the family' it was in a ten year old 1939 Ford Two Door Sedan and we did it like I said ... St. Johns, Grand Rapids, Pentwater. This disaster. She must have enjoyed it, she moaned enough. I bet he knocks her up. He did not pull out and wore no protection. I am shocked and finding out info I did not know. She told of the Mayor and his weakness for his cleaning lady. She and he had been at it for years. Told me the Mayor had a cock like John Holmes. She watched him pull it out of the house keeper one day. She walked to the back door, Hester was on his day bed and he stroked her well. I watched them for 10 min or so. Did not want to.