Her smooth skin mashed against my body, her slightly bouncing back and forth as I tongue fucked her.It was perfect, until there was an unlocking noise...at the door.Both of use flew into action. I stood up as she quickly scrammbled grabbing her shorts, and running into the bathroom just as her boyfriend walked through the front door.I attempted to wipe Haley's juices off my mouth, cheeks, and chin as the guy looked befuddled at me. "Who the fuck are you?" I'm Jay. We were all supposed to go to. She slipped into it and then she steppedinto a pair of black leather flats.Lyuba returned to the closet and scanned her wardrobe again. She'dbought plenty of nice dresses and skirts. She'd also purchased a fairnumber of shoes with high heels. However, she was wary of doing toomuch, too fast. She wanted to avoid rattling her co-workers. It wouldwork out best if they acclimated to her transition on a gradual basis.For the same reason, Lyuba had thus far avoided cosmetics, except for avery light. She jiggled her hips, flexed and pumped and wiggled her belly with incredible athletic speed and timing. When she passed me for the fifth time she started her strip tease, beginning with the sleeves. All the while I was supposed to be getting all nervous like. Several times my hand went up over my mouth pretending to be shocked.(AS if . . )Several passes later she was wearing nothing but the bikini and that's when my cock really started to ache. All the stopping and starting from earlier in. I was born Caroline Adamson, 36 years ago in London, the daughter of a merchant dealing in furs and wood from the Baltic. It was a comfortable if unexciting childhood marked by occasional fights with my older brother and the usual struggles that mark relationships between mothers and daughters.I grew up to look very like my mother, perhaps even more attractive, with a mass of chestnut hair, matching eyes and a pale complexion together with a good womanly shape. I have always known that my.