My mother-in-law has always been a flirty type (brushes up against me and others and says suggestive things, but not to actually follow through). Sh... has always looked great for her age; thin, athletic, narrow hips and small breasts (smaller than my wife’s). I would say “I wish” or “it would be great” in response to her flirtation and she has even said “I’ll bet you want to cum”. A few times I’d brush into her as if to call her bluff and she didn’t pull away. This continued over a few. He's got a tiny prick, and I'd say itwould be excellent training for someone in your circumstances.''But he's a man...''And you're a woman. Don't ever forget that, otherwise you'll befound out, and you'll become the laughing stock of Seacombe.Why, I wouldn't be surprised if the national press didn't gethold of the story and you'd be on the front page of all thenewspapers. So, my advice is to forget what sex you used to be,and remember you're now a woman. Spend the next ten days withReg and give. Using her most placating tone, she said, “I know you can do whatever you want to me –” “Damn right,” he interrupted. “I can and I will.”“Yes, of course,” she continued, “but don’t you agree that it would be more –” searching for the right word – “fun – if we did this together in a friendly way?” Tad considered this for a moment, or pretended to, then responded judiciously. “That’s an interesting idea, Tiffany, and the answer is – no. I think I can speak for rapists the world over when I say. Do you expect me to start wearing panties, heasked. That's entirely up to you dear, oh when your finished with youshower I've left one of my kimono style robes for you to wear, that's notan option, I threw out your old dressing gown with the other things. Isuppose you threw out my slippers as well he said and left me some nicefluffy slip ons no doubt. He was gone before I could answer that one, buthe was right. I sat back sipped my wine and waited to see what he'd bedressed in when he.