I'd had no choice in whether or not to swallow the seed deposited in mythroat, but even if the choice was offered, I would have greedilyswallowed, in ...y efforts to become closer to James.The thrusting had now stopped. Through my tear obscured vision, I lookedup at James. His eyes were closed, a satisfied smile adorned hishandsome face. His hands were still resting on my head as he attemptedto regain control of his breathing. I knew I hadn't finished yet though.As his mighty cock began to soften. I don't need to have sex withanyone else." Then you're telling me that my daughter's a queer? She's got to be alesbian to sleep with someone who looks like you do. Honestly, Frankie,this might be all fine and good with you, but have you thought aboutanyone else but yourself here? What are your friends going to say when youtell them you'd rather be a woman? How about your job? Are you going toteach your classes in February in a dress? It seems to me that you areawfully shortsighted on this. Gwen almost gasped to see how little the outfit hid. She wondered if she could actually go through with this. She was no prude but her breasts would be visible from the sides, and such cleavage, while her hips would be in full view as the thong was little more than a heavy string and small triangular patch which afforded her virtually no modesty at all.Trying on the heels and taking a few steps brought the realization she would need some practice walking in them. She shook her head, but. "Oh god," she thought. She and Simon were now in a fairly tight clinch, her arms around his neck, his around her waist, their faces together. "Slide your right hand around a bit," she suggested, "until it's on the top of my leg." He did so. "Now slowly straight down, until you're touching me not my dress."Simon blushed a little as she said this, but did it anyway."Now, when I tell you, move your hand slowly up again until I tell you to stop. But you're going to slide your hand underneath my.