Alfred, daddies first name, was cuddled up onto me with his hand on my cock and balls asleep. my butt was still feeling tingly and felt like he was st...ll moving in and out of me. it was a strange sensation but felt very good even tho guilt and embarrassment was setting in. i couldnt believe i acted like that. was i gay i thought? i pushed those thoughts from my mind and got out of bed without waking alfred. i gasped as i felt his cum drip from my butt as soon as i stood up. i ran to the toilet. We wet into a womens clothing store so she could try on a few things. She picked out a skirt that was only about a foot from the beltline to the hem. She said I like this one I'm going to try it on. Well when she opened the door to the dressing room I saw her modeling that little number for all to see. Her garter clasps where showing , all eight of them and so was some white thigh above the stocking top. She how do I look? I said like a hooker. She said I want it. Ok I said take it off and I'll. Of course Sire couldnt understand what she was saying, and though it had an arousing effect on me, it was Linda who was getting the maximum pleasure from acting like the ultimate, nasty, slut at this time. Women like Linda are extraordinary. They arent slave to their lust and their sexuality, but they arent afraid to embrace it, disregarding the norms that society tries to place on us. Like I said in part I to see her in public you would swear she was a lady, because she was. You would think. " What's that?" Mrs. Jones asked, hating herself (a little) for sending Doug away."Can I borrow some matching heels to go with the dress? It's so long; I don't really want to wear flats with it," she asked with that please? look she did so well. "They seem so ... so..." Childish," Mrs. Jones finished the thought. "Of course. Be right back."Once she stepped into her bedroom, she pulled out her cellphone and a texted Doug: "She has changed her mind ... again ... come back over please." I'm your.