“Please don’t,” she begs.Her fingers close over him, exploring him. He groans against her. The rumble of his voice against her skin sends jolts ...f ecstasy to her trembling thighs. She feels him harden impossibly in her hand and a shiver races through her at the thought of it sliding up into her tight pussy. Her body is alive with sensation. She pants, arching beneath him. Her breasts are flushed with desire. Her body trembles for his possession.Her hands cup his jaw, dragging his mouth down to. "I think everyone smiled at that one, but then I noticed that the other two guys had begun changing the side that they walked on when we crossed the street after that.That day we took the underground to Trafalgar Square and then walked down Whitehall so that they could take pictures of the Lifeguards on their horses, then we went on past Downing Street to Parliament Square, where - as usual - I had to explain to the children and possibly the adults as well that the tower was called the Clock. All the way back honey.” Again Walter did as he was toldSally faced around forward and leaned over toward her son, letting her hand drop into his lap. She felt the panting pulse of his raging erection against the back of her fingers. His cock was rock-hard, rigid, straining upward against his left trouser leg“My sonny boy,” she said, smiling up at him. “Isn't it eager today?” He glanced down at his pretty sexy mother briefly, questioningly“It had a taste of you last night mom,” he said. “I. Now came the bra, a see-through bra but stuffed with his socks. Next came panties, then pantyhose, a pullover top and finally a skirt of mine that came to mid-thigh. He looked so feminine. I said he should be Josephine, not Jojo. We all laughed but he said he liked that.Next was my turn. Since my breasts were not big at all it was easy to just put on a shirt and pants. Edith tied my hair up into a bun and with a hat I looked like a teen-boy. I now wanted to be called, not Jane but John. Edith.