"Mmm.You have to stop Lex. We are going to be late." I tied to pout but wastold we could work something out later.Following an excruciating drive th...nks to the Friday rush hour traffic,we arrived at my mother's a half an hour late. My mother of course wasall over us. "Where have you two been? I made reservations for us butthankfully Louise was willing to push it back," My mother said as shegave us each a hug. She pushed us along back to the car before we couldget a word out. Mom got in. ” Alice sat herself up and gave the pawn as gentle as smile as she could.“Right this way, then, Miss.”And so it was, when Alice stepped foot upon the pier, she smelt of lavender and wore a rather fetching ensemble borrowed from several trunks in the hold, apparently rescued from the Looking Glass. She even had a bonnet and a parasol that she delighted in twirling as she was being ferried over.Even the bishop was impressed as he helped her from the long boat, his fingers lingering overly long. .. several years. If I seem a little rusty, please be kindenough to review the story, and I will take all constructivecriticism toward my next writing. Lunch in the trunkMy story involves myself, and my wife. She knows, enjoys, and fullysupports my cross-dressing habit. She, in fact, sometimes likes itmore than I do. We have been married several years, and she gets akick out of tying me up when I am dressed. And this story is 100%true. One Saturday we were both off from. This was the department that MIL scored over her daughter. MIL could take a horse in her ass hole without a finch!! The way she pounded , squeezed and pulled on the intruding cock was just out of this world! Besides her rustic lingo could blow the mind of any man. I was yearning for the next opportunity to meet my dear MIL.The opportunity came quite soon. MIL decided to visit us for a week .and .arrived the very next day. When I saw her at the airport my eyes almost popped off.. MIL was a.