Her beautiful nose and lips smiled, as she ran her hands down her shirt, and down her yoga pants. Elisha had been telling herself for years that she w...uld start hormone therapy, and get breast implants, but she had her ideal level of femininity anyway, as far as she was concerned, she was already a woman, and deep down she would rather accept the body God had given her, knowing that she was already perfectly feminine and beautiful. Elisha didn't have breasts. Her body had quite a feminine. Today I love you and I am your woman."The real reason was that I like the smell of his sweaty cloths andunderwear too. Earlier too, when he wasn't around, I used to pick up hisworn under wear and smell it and get aroused. I went to him and took allhis clothes and went to the bathroom. I took my time and smelt hissweaty underwear well and felt aroused. After soaking it for half anhour I went and washed all the clothes and dried it. Then went to thehall to see a soap opera on TV. Jeevan went to. At home he was an absolute dud as far as Mom was concerned. Their sex life became virtually nonexistent. And Mom was a woman who loved sex. She did what she could for the first few months to get Dad roused up for some play in the afternoon, and sometimes she would stay up until he came home to enjoy a romp in the hay then. But Dad was usually too tired to do much at night, and in the afternoon he was concentrating on getting ready for the job that night. Occasionally they had a Sunday fuck, but. " Mistress, I see clearly ye are not the usual type of woman to hold the title of Lady. Ye have behaved badly. And no lady I ever heard of would brook the way I have spoken to ye in the time since I saw ye fornicating on the ground, like an animal. But I must ask how it can be that a servant girl can set conditions on what her mistress demands of her." To answer that, I must tell you a story," said Penelope.She told him the same story she'd told Cynthia. Then she repeated the story Cynthia had.