“Put these on,” he commanded. “Hold your horses, lover boy,” Marcy replied. “I’m going to have a shower first. Maybe you should do the sa...e.” A look of irritation passed over Tom’s face. “Well, make it quick,” he demanded. “I’m desperate for you, babe.” Marcy turned and entered the bathroom locking the door behind her. She quickly undressed and looked at herself in the mirror. She was right. She was a long way from being over the hill yet. She had some slight wrinkling around the eyes and. ."lets go." He followed me to the door, his hands grabbed my jeans and pulled them down. His hands groped my ass. we pushed the door open. HE pinned me against the wall making out with me. clothes were coming off quick. we went to the bed room all ready most naked. I handed him the camera. He asked what it was for. I reminded him about my hubby being a cuck and that he likes to watch. The camera began recording. I was horny and wet and my legs were shaking. I started throating his dick as deep. I took my dress from her and I held the silky garment in my handslooking at it for a moment."This is not the sort of garment a boy would wear," I told myself. "Youdon't have to put it on. You could just run away. Forget your Mum,forget this job. She is going to turn you into a woman and real mendon't dress like this. Run!"But inside my head I was also hearing a more seductive and hypnoticvoice, more like my mother, which said, "Dress.... Dress... this is yourfirst dress, sweetie. What. You ask yourself, “Do I know her?” The lyrics to the current song, “Going to Love You” can be heard. You begin to feel something soft at your feet. It’s very soft and light. You can feel it slide between your toes, up around your ankle, along your calf, your knee, up the outside of your thigh, then down the inside of your thigh. “How does this feel?” she whispers in your ear. You jump because you did not expect her to be so close. You reply that it’s soft. “What is it, a feather?” you.