I like to taste myself and that turns you on even more. You pull the rubber cock from my mouth and tell me to stay on the desk, but get on my knees w...th my ass high in the air in front of you. You push my skirt out the way and lick my now-dripping pussy, enjoying the flavor. I push my body back into your face, grinding and biting my bottom lip in enjoyment. You pull away and tell me to behave and slap my ass leaving a bright red mark. You can tell that I like the pain and smack me again, this. . but she's been married for years - she has three kids!"Carol threw back her head and laughed loudly at her daughter's reaction. She turned and smiled, "If you'll think about it for a second, that has very little to do with it, baby- doll!" What? I... oh, yeah..." Gwen suddenly realized what her mother meant and blushed in embarrassment."I'm not a lesbian, Gwen," her mother continued. "And I don't think you're one, either. Since Eileen introduced me to sex with a woman I've enjoyed making it. We laid together, my head on your shoulder, our legs entwined. Your arm was around me, rubbing your fingers up and down my arm, my hand settled on your chest, trailing my fingers along your ribs. Your other arm was holding my leg over yours, gently playing with the fabric of my dress on my hip. We just chatted for a while, enjoying being together, our bodies close. We rarely had the same Saturday off from work, so being able to spend a weekend out together was kind of rare for us, especially. It wasn't a clip-on, but close to it--it was pre-tied, and hooked together on the side.She adjusted it so that it sat flush against the collar button, foldeddown the starchy, scratchy collar, and then fastened the little collarbuttons, securing the bow at my throat.I sighed, and turned to the mirror again. My hair was still fluffed, myearrings still sparkly, my eyebrows still narrow and feminine, and now,for the next few hours, everybody who looked at me would see my faceframed by this silly,.