. no Democrats. Maybe the good old days really were better. Anyway, on with the tale. Elizabeth was thinking like a mother and proved it by speaking.�...�Jack!” she said sharply. “Plant another bean, so he can go home and take care of his little boy.”“You planted the beanstalk?” Mortimer’s voice held great interest as he looked at Jack.“Um...” Jack wished his mother hadn’t given away such valuable information. “Well ... yes ... but I only had two beans,” he lied.“Well plant the other one!” yelped. I fucked her again for about 15 minutes till round two came to an end with a moan and a satisfied smile on her face. I got off her body and lay down beside her. My left hand was still clutching her breast very tightly. She then got up. It was her turn. She pinned me to the bed with her arms and sat on my penis. She then explained,”This is going to be the best ride of your life !”. She then started heaving up and down on me. I was in a sexual ecstasy of my own.She started getting wilder by the. Even your short absence has made me miss you desperately and I cling to you with arms that never want you let you go ever again. The candle and firelight cast conflicting shadows that highlight our nakedness. The hard curve of your shoulders, the soft curves of my breasts, the hollows of our secret places are all defined in stark relief. The firelight reflected on my nipples as you take each in their turn into you mouth. Your tongue teases them into hardness as your nimble fingers begin their. ”“Well, maybe that's something I can help you with.” she said with her Sophie smile.I finally started smoking. It started with taking an occasional drag off Sophie's cigarettes and finally started smoking a whole cigarette on my own. Initially, I was just kind of feeding a habit until I smoked a Benson & Hedges Menthol. I loved the effects of the menthol seemed to add to the arousal of cross dressing. In hindsight, watching women smoke has been a fascination for me. My own smoking is kind of.