You'd be in the kitchen and, when Dad thought I wasn't looking, he would grab your buns. You always sort of melted and kissed him. I always thought yo... were being abused. I never said anything, but each night I could hear you being tortured. I always thought you were so brave and self-sacrificing."Mom, I know better, now. It really does feel great, doesn't it? Last weekend I was naked and peeling a carrot at the sink. My lover came up and grabbed my buns. I almost fell when my knees wanted to. Of course without any question seeing his cock was thick and about 8 inches. So we set off to his home but first I changed into my Gurl things I kept in my book bag (already wearing blue lace panties, garter-belt with a full black slip under my boy things UGH). I had with me a short black pleated skirt, black lace bra (and falsies), red knit sweater, short “bob cut” wig and red sneakers. I put on some make up and off we went holding hand when no one was looking. Once there we started to make. You would think sleeping alone was something I was used to by now. I guess it had been three months since we made love for the last time. At any rate, I was longing for release and my body was on fire.I took off my red silk nightie and slipped off my black lace panties. I began moving my hands up and down my body before caressing my breasts. I was about to slip my hand down to my aching sex when I heard a whisper coming from the gothic mirror. When I rose from my bed, I could faintly see my. She answered, “We’ll see. Now run along and play with John.”“Bye, ladies.” Ed turned and left the room. He hummed to himself as he left. He went off in search of John.Beth turned to Kelly and Ling. None of them had missed Ed’s effect on the women in the room. She said, “I think we need to talk before we can make any decisions.”Mary turned to Beth and laid a hand on her hand. There were tears in her eyes. She begged, “I was fifteen years old when I was in a fire. As I stood there screaming in.