She's rounded as you'd expect a mother of two grown up k**s but still sexy.Me. 5'2". Slim. Petite I guess you'd say but proportioned. It had struck me...when I looked in the mirror that I had a bit of an efeminate body now I was totally smooth! Just the full salt and pepper beard stopped the look going too far! Previously I mentioned that in my bi encounters I had occasionally crossdressed. My legs, in stockings had been complimented several times when I wore heels which I was rather proud. She was blushing."I wanted to know what you tasted like. Is that so bad?" I said.She giggled. "Nope. That's not so bad. Just like, nobody has done that before." Jade said."Well how about I do something else nobody has done before?" I finally asked. I was being blunt as hell.Jade looked at me. "What?" she finally said."Is that a yes?" I said bluntly."Well yes," Jade said.I leaned over. I was looking in her eyes. Her face was beet red. I slid my hand down across her shirt. I felt her tremble. I. He held on and pushed away any thoughts of enslavement before he and Cathy writhed, gasped, and grunted through their shared orgasm.Closing the door again was hard. More venom spewed forth before he could relegate it once more to the distant shout. He wanted to scream in his defense that he was doing all he could. It was not like he had easy access to a fellow Harbinger for his sexual needs. Melinda was sequestered; Heather was Laura's fucktoy; Cassie wasn't being allowed within a mile of him. .."I could never decide if Sunday was the first day of the week or the last. My job at the club and my old job at the restaurant used Saturday as the end of the week and Sunday as the beginning, but biblically Sunday was day seven. And calendars seemed split on the subject.If Sunday is the end of the week, then this was a great way to end a not-so-great week.On the other hand, this could be the beginning of a great week.I decided that this week, anyway, Sunday was day one. A week with no.