He had come tooclose to being found out by his work colleague. Admittedly thecolleague couldn't out him without outing himself; but it was a riskthat...Mike was not prepared to take.Later that week he threw out all of his girly goodies with theexception of his favourite brunette bob wig with the crimson highlightsand the black high-heeled sandals, he just couldn't throw them in adumpster; it would be sacrilege!He had already wiped his computer clean; deleting his favourites,stored web pages,. "I'll let you in."The outer door opened with a click, and I walked in. Moments later I wasknocking on dad's door, only to be greeted with silence."No answer?" I turned to see the warden, a man in his thirties, strollingdown the corridor towards me. "Here, I'll open it for you." He unlockedthe door with his master key. "There you go," he said, and sauntered off.I pushed the door open, and stepped in. "Dad?" I called out, softly. ThenI heard a sudden movement from the living room along the short. A girl likes it deep. I think that's so the tip of the cock is as close to your cervix as it can get, maximizing the chances that his little baby-makers will get into your womb and find an egg. It also feels really good. You feel full. There's more than that, but that's the closest I can come to it. And when you slide something that long back and forth in you, with your hands or from his thrusting ... It's hard to explain, but it feels really really good.Mr. Pink soon got me where I wanted to. Every torturous minute of my training. My lost love, everything. In opening up like that, I realize I have not had anyone to talk to in a long time. It feels good to open up. It feels even better that it is Nimrod I tell.It is full dark when Nimrod finally gives me my cuddles. I fall right to sleep with Nimrod right beside me. I sleep peacefully all night long. We awake before dawn, and are back to our usual bed room gymnastics. Plain doggie style. Nimrod is a little less careful in his.