I deadbolted my own door and headed for the stairs, glad to bemoving out of their line of sight.Other neighbors were getting used to seeing me dressed...this way, and onemiddle-aged Unitarian couple took particular pains to be nice to me. Butthese honchos across the way..... If they saw me, they yelled. Like thiswas some duty they had to perform. They must've felt extremely vindicatedthe first time they saw me dressed en femme: "Dude! You know that littlefudge-packer across th' hall? Well guess. After completely abandoning my marriage vows in one night of passion, it got easier to do it again and again. Even after I came all over the seats of my car that first night, I went back to her place and filled every hole she had twice over. I didn’t even have a good excuse to tell my wife where I’d been. I just said I was out with the guys having a few beers. I’m very addicted to Komal now and I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. I spend most of my time thinking about the little. Mom signaled this bybringing her knees up and opening herself still wider to my thrusts. Shebegan humping lightly, cuing me to pump a little harder. Thus, bit by bit, like an old-fashioned steam locomotive just graduallypicking up speed, Mom and I began screwing in earnest. My thrusts becameharder and faster; her hips humped more vigorously. Our tongues becamemore insistent in our kisses. Mom began breathing harder and moanedlightly from time to time. I began to grunt with my thrusts. When. Does he know I'm here? But no, that wasn't right. Gendoran was anxious and excited, not resigned or fearful. The answer came only moments later with a knock on the door. "Come in," Gendoran called, making no move to cover himself. The door opened and two identical crimson-haired women walked into the room, wearing nothing but polished black leather boots up to their knees and polished black leather gloves up to their shoulders. Keria could see a hint of moisture already in their cunts, glinting.