He couldn’t decide whether to scream, or cry – or perhaps grab the infuriating woman in front of him and shake her until she talked to him.The doo... swung closed behind her – Sierra, his wife, who was practically sprinting down the hallway to get away from him. The words he’d been saying – pleading with her to stay, to talk, not to misunderstand or run away again – died on his lips. He’d have bet his last copper that she hadn’t even noticed he was talking, never mind heard what he’d said. She’d. She looked about my age, and was totally gorgeous. She had big green eyes and long flowing reddish brown hair. She was about 5'4", really curvy and had nice big tits. She had on a blouse and skirt and a big sunhat."Hello," she said with a really sexy Irish accent. "I'm Claire. I've seen you around." I'm Timmy. We'll be here a few more days." I live here." Claire had been scouting for talent when she saw this cute American boy with the massive bulge in his shorts."Really? That's cool." It never. This had infuriated my mother so much that she staged animpromptu, but nonetheless formal feat-of-strength, with both of mygrandmothers as referees. Not wanting to fight, my father hid in theirbedroom. My mother was adamant - when he came out she'd fight himwhether he fought back or not. The only way she'd leave him alone was ifhe came out wearing the gown. After a brief intervention by my twograndmothers, my father put on the gown and formally accepted that fromthen on, he would wear what my. Are in love with each other."Allison's eyes suddenly lit up with delight. "Oh Brit!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her. "I'm so happy for you!" You're not mad?" asked Brit, astonished."Why should I be mad? I think it's absolutely wonderful that you're in love." But with a girl?" Since you told me a secret, I feel it's only fair to tell you a secret of my own." What?" Rachael and I have been lovers on and off for about eight years now." Your sister?" Brit gasped."Why do you think I.