A while later they both came out in robes to the dinner I had prepared, then back to the bedroom. A tired redhead came for coffee in the morning and s...id she needed sleep. He’d been horny as hell. I could have her after she rested though.When I slipped into her pussy she said, “Just take care of yourself. I’ve had plenty.” It didn’t take long for me to add my contribution to the copious cum collection in her cunnie. She’d taken the morning off and wanted to talk to me at lunch.Looking at me. I break the rules slightly by using a wipe to cleanse my face and then moisturising, but if I don’t do that then makeup won’t stay on. I no longer have a beard or any body hair thanks to electrolysis rather than oestrogen, which I don’t take. I still like a good layer of foundation though, because of the contouring opportunities it offers.I know I shall be worked hard again later, and that sex with Mutant John will be strange and probably involve submersion in something. I therefore select. " "Okay!, Jesus!" Mom replied a hurt look on her face, "your making me feel old." "No-, Mom-, I didn't mean it that way..." "I'll be thirty-five in a couple of weeks, then I really will be old," she said wistfully, looking out the window. "No mom, your not old at all," I said, struggling to make her feel better, "in fact, pretty much all my friends refer to you as a MILF..." 'Oh dear God!, did I really, just, say that, Out Loud! please let this be a hallucination; please let this be-'. He was almost twenty years older that me, and divorced. We met at a Hunt Ball, and before the evening was over he had told me that next time we met, he would give me a whipping. I was shocked and frightened, but I couldn’t stay away. He phoned me at home four days later, crafty bugger, leaving it until I had almost given up hope of a phone call. I am not like you. I never dreamed and fantasised about spanking and submission, and at first I hated it, but I loved him too much to resist. Then.