And smiles.He's still awkward, scrawny, and undeveloped. His eyes are too big, hiscarriage far too ungraceful. But with his longish hair, skirt, andbl...use...he'd easily be taken for a girl. No one would look twice. If hehad the courage to use Rhea's makeup, he could complete the illusion,but he couldn't risk her noticing he'd touched her things.Matthew stands in front of the mirror, trying pose after pose. Giggly.Sassy. Scared. Serious. The more he models, the more natural he looks.If he were. My long black hair was done into a big knot at the back of my head.When i reached the place, i found him just getting up from sleep. He asked me to wait in the hallway as he went away to freshen up. I walked to the end of the hallway where the house was rounded and a bench had been built in the curved wall under a circular window looking out over the side yard. I sat on the bench and looked through the window at the green leaves of the peepal tree in the yard, shining in the soft morning. ” I was finally starting to give up, even having thoughts that he found something better… Or someone. As my melancholy kept clinging to me, I kept clinging to anything from him. Reluctant to leave, and dying for more…. I was out of my mind. To fill the agonizing time between my encounters with Vincent, I often read smutty romance novels to pass the time. My collection began to accumulate over the months. I made weekly trips to the book store in order to purchase these novels. Often embarrassed. I rubbed it around on the head and moaned. I wondered, briefly, if I could get brave enough to ask Melissa to play with me like this. Probably not, but it was erotic to think about.I took my time alternating getting aroused and then backing off. Orgasm denial is something I have done to Melissa, but I’ve never experienced it myself. It was really fucking hot!Eventually, I couldn’t hold off any longer and I began stroking my meat through the fabric. No more edging, no more denial, I needed to.