“I want to enjoy this for as long as I can and you’re really ruining my excitement. I don’t want to go on television and I don’t care if the n...wspapers want a biography. I’ll worry about those things in a day or two. I want to sit down with Beth and see how she wants to deal with things. I figure Phil and I will start contacting wedding planners sometime next week. We need to look at dates and decide where we want to have the ceremony. For now, I just want to enjoy the thought that I’m going to. He showed me around telling my which guy bought him what and he opened his draws and closets showing me tons of panties, bra's and sexy outfits. He had a costume for every occasion.Steve said I feel weird being in Stephanie's room as Steve. He asked me if I would like a glass of wine. What happened to the beer? Wine's more feminine Steve said.Steve handed me the glass and said I really felt uncomfortable being Steve in here and started to undress.He went over to the dresser and put on thong. ‘Manners, huh?’ Came a gruff voice from behind the Dominican. ‘There’s some irony to that.’ The hapless Dominican was pulled back and as he went down the shadowy man looming over him reached down casually and clapped him hard against the temple with a bunched fist. The blow echoed quietly down the street. His body fell to the sidewalk with a flat sound, one that reminded her of the sound made when her father would throw large bales of hay from a tractor flat onto a waiting delivery truck. The. Moist just didn’t do it anymore. She was wet. “Slide your finger all through it, get it good and gooey,” I did, having an idea as to where it would lead. Sure enough, once I’d covered my finger in the wetness oozing from Marie’s pussy, my dad said, “See where the hole is, right there,” I aimed my finger at the spot, “Yeah, now push it in, slowly, gently.” I did and the warmth and wetness felt incredible. “Now pull it out, just a little bit, then stick it back in. Gently, Adam.” I pushed.