But they have very many of these words that I must learn, and many ways in which to put the words together, and I go slow.It is even more confusing wh...n I find that the same word may mean different things depending on how it is put together with other words. I do not understand why humans make speaking so difficult, and I do not know how human calves may learn this.I think the humans have too many words, words for things that do not need words. They seem to make much of counting. In the now it. It made nodifference if that person happened to be my Character at the time. Ionly lingered in front of the mirror for a few seconds, but it wasenough time to gain some basic information. I was a teenager, hazel-eyed, with shoulder-length brown hair which was messy from a night'ssleep. My skin was lightly tanned, perhaps a natural pigmentation giventhe lack of obvious tan lines, though my Character may simply go to atanning parlor. I was definitely young, as my breasts showed no sign ofsag. Mme Natalia invited me for a swim and a light meal Friday afternoon.We swam and we ate and we were sitting comfortably in the garden, when she turned to me with a smile.“Michael, I’m alone this weekend. How about coming over tomorrow afternoon, Saturday, for an easy doubles match with my friends Alberto Luís and his wife. I think you might have met them at the club.”I had. They were friendly and good tennis players as well. Better than I am, in fact.“Sure, Natalia.”I must not have looked happy. First, I was not so careful about the way I put the lingerie back in the bag and secondly I was beginning to get cum on the lingerie. I got cum on the lingerie because I was not just wanking over it on the desk; I was actually wearing it while I was wanking. Yes, I was imagining myself as Caroline's sissy. I dressed up and strutted around in her stockings, suspenders, knickers and bra. There in my darkened office, late at night, sometimes in the early hours of the morning I would walk around in.