But you'll drive me home right? What about the clothes?S: They're yours now.N: Thanks! I love them.I grabbed the bags I had brought with the rest of m... clothes and weheaded out. The short walk to her car seemed endless to me, I was reallyafraid someone would recognize me as a boy.As we walked we ran into a group of people coming our way, I noticed someof them were staring at me as they walked by, she did too. Without movingher head Susan told me:S: Look back.N: What?S: Look back right now.She. As her hand reached my tip, she rotated her hand and then it slid down to its base and the twisting motion was repeated.It was minutes that seemed like hours, as the heat inside of me rose like a pot put on for a slow boil that seems to never make it really bubble. It was teasing at its greatest. It was grandeur that kept me right at the overflowing point and at the maximum sustainable pleasure."I think you're ready," Lindie finally whispered to me and she took her thumb, swiping it over the. Reaching forward I popped the button of her jeans and lowered the zip, pulling her jeans off her hips they fell slowly to the floor leaving her standing there in nothing but her panties. The sight was amazing and almost had me cumming before my cock was out. Denise let go of my cock a slipped onto the bed, looking me in the eye the whole time, she lay back on the bed stretching her arms above her head and parting her legs slightly. I took a few seconds to take all her beauty in, feasting on. Her long hair hung down, shielding her face. I glanced at the man and he looked back at me. He shrugged. It was too bad, it said, but he wasn’t going anywhere. And neither was she – at least that day. I cleared my throat.She raised her face to look at me. I had expected tears, but her cheeks were dry and flushed an attractive shade of bronze. Her anger had receded, but it was still there. There was sadness, too, and something else. “I’m heading south,” I said simply. “I don’t know what your.