"Are you going to keep it?" Madame could see that what was left of Whitley was fighting for control, and she move quickly to crush it."Why," Madame a...ked. "It isn't your money, is it, Candy?"Candy shook her head. The question had been important a moment before, but now it seemed meaningless. Money wasn't something to be grasped for at all costs. It was just something you spent to have fun. Deep within her, the remnants of H. James Whitley screamed in a blind frustration that came out of. He smiled at me and said you are making me very happy and now I want to make you feel good. I answered anything you want just ask and I will try to please you. He said I am going to mount you and make you mine and I want you to relax and accept my cock into you ass. Before I could answer him he was on top of me kissing me so deeply and yet loving I was his and he knew it. He took my legs and raised them and took his big hard cock and began to enter me. He was so gentle, yet so forceful. He. I've known him for a long time, and I don't like him." So you ain't coming?"I shook my head. Eddie nodded but seemed disappointed. He walked back towards the bedroom window to leave. As I watched him climb down the tree, I turned back to my computer and stared at the monitor.From my bed I could smell tonight's dinner--spinach gnocchi with sweet sauce. I walked out from my bedroom and headed for the top of the stairs. I froze when I realized that my parents were talking in the kitchen--talking. . to... crossdress... too..." His eyes were like saucers. He gleefully says "Let's start a crossdressing part!" as he slips off the desk and darts out of the room.I'm left slightly shocked by this, and he comes back in 5 minutes later completely taking me aback. He's changed, into a pair of thick black tights, a tiny little red wrap around skirt and a white strappy tank top. He's also wearing a pair of silver strappy wedding style shoes at least two sizes too small, but they have a heel and I'm.