" Oh, she's one of those." Jill shook her head in disdain, her corn-silkblonde hair flicking around her shoulders. "She certainly looks more likea lit...le girl than boy." Doesn't she just? I'm surprised her mother doesn't dress her like thisall the time," Alison replied. I didn't know whether to feel frightenedor excited by her candid observation, and wondered if my Mummy ever hadthe same thought?While Alison replaced the baby powder on the shelf above the changetable, Jill leaned over my. With Nigel Monica always wore her white corset, stockings and matching little G-string bikini panties for the occasion. We / I wanted to make sure that he would get right into the mood to bang my wife after seeing her in her underwear, obviously to impress him. Nigel was a different fucker to James, he would take his time with my wife, slowly pacing himself to his ejaculations which the initial orgasm was always over / in Monica's face. After greetings, some chit chats while both Monica and. She left the cab and strutted to their front door without a word, leaving him to scurry out and awkwardly seek the fare from his pocket, in a haste to follow. She stopped at the door and gave him a knowing smile as he approached to notice a banner across the door; 'Welcome home.' Ben was puzzled, how could she have known the outcome ... what had he let himself in for? She sneered at him with increasing satisfaction.'Oh yes, the changes start right now.' She opened the door and closed it behind. We had both recovered our equilibrium by the time I pulled up outside her semi on the (in)famous Britwell Estate in Slough. I was looking forward to burying John Thomas in her juicy twat, which if only half as articulated and educated as her mouth would be a consummation devoutly to be wished."Sod it," she exclaimed, "I clean forgot the kids are staying with me for the night. You will have to take a rain check, babe." Kids; you've got kids? You're married?" Yes to the first, no to the second,".