I stammer, “Yes-Yesterday?”He watches my face for a moment, his own unreadable. “Is it that you like dressing up as a girl? Or was it merely a g...me? A laugh at my expense?”My mouth opens and closes a few times, but no sound comes out.Then, his eyes soften. “Or, perhaps, were you sincere?”“I… I’m not sure how to answer that,” I finally get out.The softness is gone just as quickly as it came. “If you want to leave, then do so now.”Something tells me that no matter how much I want to run away,. 3. add tags, lots of them don't overtly abuse them, but even if a hint is there, go for it. as one author put it, tags are free ad-boards. 4. always know your genre. don't post in dark fantasy if its about motherly love without mommy licking sons feet (on a chain). nothing pisses off a soft erotica romantic reader (and his wifes sister) than to find a woman raped sold and raped again in Zamobia. and yes, (you guessed it) erotica is read/written by feminists. exception to the rule ? ask "daddy".. I was as stunned as you are but I realised that Aggy had countersigned it. He has known from at least that time and has said nothing. I made the conscious decision to say nothing and remember I already had Peter by that time and you now have Matthew." Peter? Matthew?" asked McCock."Later" said both ladies in unison, with Sally going on, "this is far more important." We don't want to lose you." persisted Nan."Shelly already has lost her man" McCock pointed out in hard tones.Sir Lancelot. "She giggled. "I just remembered Philippa telling me what you'd told her about men and breasts. You can touch these any time you like." There you are," I smiled, "as I said, perfect!"Leaving my right hand on her left breast, I resumed kissing my way down, stroking and caressing her as I went with my other hand.I bypassed her pussy, though, and massaged her feet gently for a few minutes before kissing my way up the inside of her legs ... finally arriving at my desired destination.I'd been.