OK,if he was a hunking male with a body to die for, a face to match andmuscles in the right places, but Davis! He was the original creepy anddirty old...man.Then I realised what I had just thought and I broke out into a sweat.What was I doing, thinking about hunky men! I am a hunky, well punyreally, man. Well not much more than a boy, actually. Anyway, you knowwhat I mean.No way was I attracted to men. All right, I looked nice dressed as agirl. Hell, I fancied myself looking like that and I felt. She could almost feel the flames licking out of her burning cunt as she stepped out into the hall...Throwing open the door, Perry stumbled outside to find his mother weaving slowly down the hall toward him."Mother, what is happening to me?" he shouted out at her, his eyes immediately fastening on her bobbling, wiggling breasts."Oh, no, you didn't," she blurted out, her eyes shooting down to his crotch and the nine inch iron rod jutting out at her. "You didn't drink. You didn't drink out of the. His fingers moved in and out of her more easily now that her juices seemed to flow with abundance and he continued to thrust in and out of her. Her hips began to thrust as she neared her climax. She felt a warmth cover her body and had almost forgotten how good it felt. Her legs wrapped themselves around Sean, trapping him and holding him close. She began to moan loudly, her eyes tightly shut, her hands pressing firmly against the back of his head. Her body went taught, muscles straining as a. "No, not really, it just seems that way," replied Anne. "Stan asked the barman, apparently it's a slow week. It happens sometimes, he said."Elaine had overheard. "Yes, sometimes it can be really, really quiet in here, then another time it'll be really heaving. There doesn't seem to be rhyme or reason to it, it just works out that way."She sat next to her partner, handing over her drink.The four of them sat and chatted together for a while. Stan noticed Elaine pouring the last of Susan's bottle.