Her toes, her ankles, her fingers, those smooth delicate wrists, all utter perfection!"Debbie was a bit puzzled, "That's ... interesting ... again, no... what I expected to hear. So what are you thinking about?" Holding one of those marvelous ankles in my hand and lightly brushing her cute little toes with the other," Peter sighed wistfully.On one hand, Peter's training seemed to be going well from what Peter said. On the other hand, Peter's choice of unbridled fantasy had Debbie puzzled. "But. Ellen and I would role play mommy and her little boy...sending sext messages while we were both at work and then fuck like wild when we got home. I was never brave enough take off ALL of the hair on my body. Ellen dried me off and and stood me in front of her makeup mirror, some foundation, lipstick, eyebrow pencil. She got her curling iron and even did my hair. My cock was still hard through all of this. Back to the bedroom where I finally got to slide her panties on. She closed the bra and. She reported that the ‘cath’ as she called it went well and Dad had a couple of brand-new stents. It would be safe to bring the kids over, at least for Dad. As for the hospital, that was more questionable. By the time Riley and Seamus got through with them, the place could well be nothing but a pile of smoking rubble!I made sure I got out of the station as early as possible. That meant that I only gave out a few warnings on speeding stops, and I passed on one late in the day. So, I’m human, sue. I like the smell on me."The two had ventured out onto the porch, overlooking the lake: Marcusdressed in Dawn's pink and white summer outfit, and looking so much agirl, while Dawn was in his clothes, looking more like a man in theclothes than he ever had looked.Marcus was still uneasy about wearing Dawn's clothes. What would theneighbors think? And Dawn sensed his uneasiness and said: "Nobody'sclose enough to really notice us. From a distance, you look like a girland me like a boy."When he had.