Cassidy herself was looking forward to meeting the ‘Lady of Mystery’ as she was so often referred to. Not only because she wrote unbelievable myst...ry novels, but because no one knew much about her. She was a very private person. Shirley was scheduled to arrive at nine o’clock, but the signing didn’t start until ten. Cassidy went into the back room and put on some soft music and lit some lavender scented candles around the shop. She was delighted when the front door opened and in walked. In front of me sat a bottle of Cooley’s Irish whiskey, almost empty. I didn’t mind finishing a good bottle, since it was the only company I had anymore. I sloshed some around in my glass a little. Staring into the brown liquid, I could hear the old ghosts coming. They joined me for a drink every night, crowding themselves into my tiny kitchen and at the small table. I always left a chair free for whoever wanted a seat. Tonight, it was Davey. ‘Evenin, Davey,’ I said raising my glass to him, He. "Doesn'tmatter. If you want a ride from me, then you're going to wear thatsuit." Why?" Because I want to see that. I think you look cute." Cute was probablyan understatement on her part. The more she saw William in the skirtsuit and heels, the more turned on she became. She was starting tounderstand what Sandy saw in keeping William feminized around theirapartment.William shook his head. "I can't go out in public dressed like this!" Why not?" Because I can't!" That's not an answer. . Her eyes shut harder as she felt his cock go deeper then anyone she had ever had, it filled her completely and almost seemed like it would break her in half, as it just kept pushing forward."Oh fuck! You've got a hot, tight pussy, Sue!" He growled down at her as his hard shaft pried its way into her pussy.The kid’s fat cock entered her pussy like a burning rod; nearly half of the pulsating member penetrated her in one brutal thrust. Her mind was on the verge of black out and reached for happy.