There was an... orderliness to it.That's the only was I can think of to put it. Ovid was clean andpolished, like the back lot of a movie studio. Busin...ss building wereneat and well-maintained. Trees and lawns looked neat and well-caredfor. Even the streets looked as if they had been recently maintained,their blacktop and concrete surfaces striped and free of the usualcracks and potholes that seem to plague all towns regardless of size.Boop was apparently thinking the same thing. "What is this,. Tits flopping, hips jerking, she twisted and writhed on the bed, her little body in the throes of another even more intense orgasm.Clawing her clit and pussy, she jerked up and flipped over onto her belly. "Unnnnn," she moaned, her cries lost in the pillow. She slammed her hips forward, mangling her clit between her fingers. The sweet tender meat of her asscheeks jiggled, the flesh stained with pussy-cum."Oh ... oh ... ahhhh!" She ground her climaxing body over the mattress, crushing her tits. When they leftthe store, they insisted that he wear his new shoes to break them in andget used to them; assuring him that no one would notice that he waswearing women's shoes and pantyhose. It took him some practice to get usedto them, but what floored him was when they ushered him into a shop to gethis ears pierced. He finally surrendered and bought a pair of cubiczirconia earrings, then they went to lunch together. They talked him outof the burger and fries since it had a gazillion calories.. It wasn't even half-past eight and I had been fucked twice and arranged another good seeing to with Bulent later in the week.Chris left and Gary came downstairs. He made us both a coffee, and we sat down to talk."I had to do something to try and convince him not to talk," I told Gary.I expected Gary to be quite angry or at least a little worried, but he smiled, took hold of my hand, and reassured me.Apparently, Gary had some "dirt" on Chris, so there was no way that he was going to broadcast.