This time there were no cries or pleas for mercy, only the throaty animal sounds of a lustful woman reaching out for pleasure. To my delight, I felt t...e aroused young house maid’s trembling hands snaking up around my body to clasp around behind my buttocks, pulling at my tightly-clenched muscles to draw me even deeper into her aching belly. Confident now of her unconditional submission, I began to slowly grind my loins up between her open thighs, pistoning my great thick cock in and out of the. She had found some makeup to hide my 5 O'clock shadow when I finally went out. Melissa took me out to get a manicure and pedicure. Finally she had me put everything together and get dressed so she could see how I looked. Melissa said she was amazed, although I was tall and had an athletic build, I could pass for a woman. She told me it was almost time for us to go out in public. With short notice I was told at work I would have to go out of town for several days for a conference. Melissa said. My penis was threatening to burst out of my jeans.“Have you ever seen a woman’s breasts before?”“No.” I was too absorbed in staring at her breasts to reply with more than monosyllables.“Not even in a magazine?” Joan asked playfully.“No…Well, maybe once or twice,” I admitted.“Sweetie,” Joan said softly, “I want you to touch them.”I must have given her a look of blank surprise because she nodded her head at me and smiled again.Slowly, in part wanting to savor the moment and part apprehension that. More fun. Less tension, less guilt about what they were doing together. To each other. She felt that it was a good time to ask some questions that had been intriguing her. “Lead in gently!” she thought. “So...your new neighbours...they're OK, then?” she asked.“ Oh, yes...very nice. Norman and Jenny. Very nice people.” She looked him in the eye.“And is Norman aware that he is living next door to a 75 year old sex maniac, and that his wife's ...er..let's say..generous bosoms, are like a magnet.