It isnt long before you both fairly drunk and there's me sobering up all the while.we arrive home and the two of you are singing as you fall out of th... car.we go in and the house is boiling hot as the heating was on all night . i take the oppotunity to change into shorts and a tshirt while you show emma to her room. a few minutes later she comes down in shorts and tshirt aswell.. my cock cant take it and springs to attention . theres no hiding it now the shorts are a dead give away , of course. ”Steph agreed, Yes, it was.“Tell me how wet it makes you, to think of sucking Phil’s cock,” he demanded.Steph closed her eyes. That seemed hard. But then she opened them, and looked up at him, and stroked his cock with her handOnce again she felt awkward playing a role that didn’t feel like herself, but she said, “Oh, Phil, your big, hard cock makes me so wet.” And again, once she had actually said it, she was turned on by what she had said and done. He leaned down and played with her nipples,. ”She nodded. “I know what you mean. Suppose we say six months trial, but either side able to part company if not satisfied?”I shrugged. “Sounds okay.”“How would you feel about counselling a woman?”“As long as there are safeguards in place. I always felt cross-gender counselling was more effective, but of course there are dangers.”“CCTV in the interview rooms.” I nodded. “Oh, and references?”“My unit manager’ll give me a good one. School of Nursing. I’ve got counselling course certificates, but. “What have I done to myself?” Miranda crawled back in the bed and wrapped her blanket around her. She suddenly felt too hot, so she kicked the covers off then pulled Lewis’ shirt off, throwing it across the room as if it was the reason for her discomfort. Pulling her blanket back up, Miranda did something she hadn’t done in weeks; she slept soundly through the night. Saturday morning she woke with a new feeling, a new sense of power. Miranda threw her hair in a ponytail and went for a run,.