Caroline and I said little, content to be together, and we held hands under the table like the besotted pair of lovers we were. She had given me a bel...ted Christmas present, not what you imagine, but a pair of boots, which, like those favoured by the Duke of Wellington were knee length rather than the ankle length Hessian boots I had been wearing. Without my knowledge, and with the assistance of Molly March, she had taken a pair of my Hessian boots to a boot maker in Maidstone, who had crafted. The legs were nearly impossible for him to work on, but at last he had them in place. The top of the jeans, however, failed to meet by at least three inches. I made him lay down on my bed with his hands at his sides and bounce while I worked the zipper link by link. We finally succeeded in closing the gap and snapping Paul into feminine jeans. I had to help him stand up and then slid the zippers down at the back of each leg. I made the sissy wear blue open-toed pumps with towering heels and. Her hand looked tiny as she wrapped it around his thick shaft and gently pumped it while sucking on the fat purple tip.I moved down to his feet so I could get a better view and noticed that his hand was now exploring her plump ass cheeks, squeezing her soft white flesh. Then his hand moved out of sight and I saw her ass squirm as his hand found her swollen pussy. I couldn't see his hand but I could see her rock against it and I could hear the moist sound of his fingers sliding into her twat.Amy. Chapter #2. Homecoming.Well this was it! I was still more than a little anxious as Laura'sold Datsun pulled up outside the house. I hesitated, should I peerout through the net curtains in the hope of catching a glimpse of mydaughter's new girlfriend or should I rush out and fling my armsaround her?I'd had a series of shocks this week, what with Laura announcing thatshe was gay and Adam bringing his significant-other home for myapproval. And yes, I did most certainly approve! Blonde, and in.