She didn't always sleep like this; most nights she slept as Mike Harris, but last night she wanted the comfort of sleeping enfemme.Mike took a long ho... shower and thought long and hard about the situation he was in. After five minutes of tortured contemplation he punched the tiled wall in frustration. He was fucked! Brian had him by the balls unless he could somehow figure a way to blackmail Brian back. He thought about the coming road trip with increasing trepidation."Fuck him; Mike Harris is. I tried on a few more pair. The feeling I had, while putting the panties on, was very different. They felt good and it was almost a thrill to tuck myself in/back and pull them up nice and tight. When I checked myself in her mirror – my ass actually looked pretty good! I tried on some of her camisoles and girls t-shirts then got to the skirts and dresses. She wasn’t quite 11 years old and hadn’t started to develop so she didn’t even have a training bra yet. Her skirts almost fit me. They were. They, still, aren’t that smart. They spend time together. She visits, he calls her. When he can arrange to visit her, he does. He cannot believe how happy he is around her, she loves him. She admits it to herself, again and again. She cannot deal a day without hearing him speak, seeing his face. She moves to kiss him, one day, he feels her lips close over his, and his hands move to her shoulders. He rises out of the chair, and feels his way onto the couch, large enough for them to share. He. Oh so wet. Oh. So. Deliciously. Wet.Pulling my finger toward me and up, I lightly grazed her erect clit. Another sharp, deep breath. Again she did not move; she just watched.I moved my hand from between her now-trembling thighs and brought it up so we could both see it coated with her. Without hesitation I sucked every drop of her juices off that one finger.A lusty smile crossed her lips as she leaned in to kiss me again -- almost before I could move my finger -- and taste her on my lips. This.