It was a rental and I had used fake ID to pick it up but I did not need the hassle if I could avoid it. Klaudia thanked me with her arms crossed and s...ill appearing to be angry or untrusting. If she only knew how right she was! I did not have a real good disguise on since I did not expect to need one. I was looking like my fake ID, a fake wig to change the length and color of my hair. Glasses to hide the real shape of my face, and buck teeth that were suppose to be for fun but looked too real!. It kind of stung. But as Brad's softening cock slipped from my lips, and I swished the remaining semen around in my mouth for a moment, I decided that it was sweet-a sweet sensation.The relationship was cemented at that point. I was Brad's bitch. I couldn't bear to look him in the eye right then. I got up and went to the bathroom. I'm sure Brad thought I was going to brush my teeth and gargle. But I didn't. Somehow it just seemed right to keep Brad's taste in my mouth as long as possible.For. His makeup was flawless and he felt one hundred percent feminine.He wondered if he had gone too far. At first, all he wanted to do was wear these sexy garments; he never envisioned himself made up as a girl, just as he never imagined himself tonguing his buddy and then fucking his best friend in the ass. When he heard his parents heading to the kitchen, he forced himself to calm down in order to lose the erection that just thinking about yesterday had given him.A minute after his folks left for. He smiled at her.In a thick Eastern European accent that she had never figured out where it came from, he said, "Hello, Mrs. Susan. I'm Ernest. Mr. Irving sent me over to patch the wall." Come in, Ernest," Susan said. Ernest had been doing odd jobs around the house for more years than she could count."Thank you, Mrs. Susan." You can just call me 'Susan.'" Yes, Mrs. Susan," Ernest said with a smile.She took him into the living room and pointed out where the Kindle had hit the wall. Ernest smiled.