In addition there was some type of remote controller."What the heck is that?" Becky asked."Well, one of these goes into your ass, and the other goes i...to your pussy. Then when I push this..." he said and pushed a button on the little controller and the two eggs started to vibrate."Oh my God," Becky gasped. "You want me to have those in me while we are out at dinner and a movie?" Yep." That will drive me crazy."John laughed loudly. "That's the point." With that John dropped to his knees. "Pull. Sofia sat on the edge of the table and smiled and ran her fingers through her luxurious hair and spoke to the empty room.“I guess it’s true that you’re a dumb Simran, real dumb.”That whole week was a strange one for Simran. She went from changing her mind to going ahead with it a hundred times and it certainly didn’t help that Sofia was meticulously nice to her in the office, complementing her and asking how she was getting on. It unsettled Simran and as she finally decided she must go through. Everyday I just hate myself and I hide what I truly feel." He placed his hand on my knee and my heart began to pound. I had no idea where this was going and I honestly didnt want to find out. "Listen, Scott," I interjected, "I accept your apology but you really should get going, I have homework and—" My sentence was left at only a fragment as my words had been interrupted by soft, supple lips connecting with mine. I pulled back instantly and wiped my mouth on my sweathirt sleeve. Scott only. He was a widower and a bit lonely I think, and had taken mum under his wing after the divorce. I let him in and we went through to the kitchen. I made us both a cup of tea while he explained about the burglaries in the street. Then out of the blue he said 'Did I see you wearing tights and high heels before?' I went bright red and didn't know what to say. 'It's alright, I won't tell your mum, not that there's anything wrong with it anyway - lots of men like to dress in women's clothing. Do you.