I thought of nothing else.On Wednesday afternoon, I was setting out the chairs for the reading group when a woman came in. I saw her speak to the rece...tionist who pointed her towards me. I watched, warily, as the woman approached. She was my height, slim, well if casually dressed in dark blue trousers and an expensive-looking grey, woollen jacket, with a mop of grey hair and smiling, green eyes. I guessed she was about 50.“Ms Mason?” I nodded. “I’m Eleanor Torven. You wrote to me about cuts to. Harvey showed immediately.“May I trouble you, Mr. Harvey?” Thomas asked, acutely aware that Harvey was 37 years-old.Harvey just nodded and strode forward to the main shrouds. He may not have beaten the topmen, but he made it up to the crow’s nest in a creditable time. Once up there, he took another two or three minutes before he hailed down.“Tops’l schooner, Sir Thomas! Two raked masts. A Baltimore clipper most likely!”Thomas had read about those vessels. Built on a deep keel and with a narrow. She was in a black bra with no panty, I tore off her bra and started sucking those big melons while rubbing her clean shaven pussy with my hand and fingers.Her weakness was her nipples, those were huge pointed one. She was moaning a lot whenever I was sucking or biting those nipples. Big fair boobs with jet black nipples is a treat for any human. I started fingering her pussy harder while she was playing with my dick. I was also completely nude by now.She just pushes me in the couch and came to. "She was right. I looked awful. But then, I always did, and when I went off on business trips and dressed in my motel room, I never looked in the mirror. As long as I didn't see how I looked, I could imagine myself as a pretty girl.She made me sit around in that outfit all evening. At bedtime, she had me make love to her like a lesbian. Well, I loved eating her out at any time, and doing so while dressed as a girl was one of my favorite fantasies, one I had never been able to carry out in.