Scottrealized that this was his future, he was now locked into it. He skimmed over his limited choices. One was to change jobs, leavetown. Another ...as to live as if he actually were the shamefulsissy he seemed, his supposed secret transvestism exposed. A thirdwas to deny it, to tell the truth. But that would only addcowardice and mendacity to the list of his sins -- he'd been seen,he'd told them all about his perm and his pierced ears, there wasno denying it. Was he more ashamed to. I gently rubbed a finger along the moist opening, teasing at the outer labia, watching and waiting for the flower to bloom. I licked and lapped, eased a finger inside, rotated a thumb on the clit hood, and reached heaven’s gates when Gaynor’s thighs spread wide and the petals appeared. “Oh my,” I muttered and tenderly kissed her flower, drinking in the nectar. Her intense, feminine odour assailed and filled my nostrils as I again buried my tongue deep between her petals, licking and lapping,. I didn’t ask the reason why she gave me this bottle dildo. I took my fingers out and lubricated the bottle base with her pussy juice and moved the bottle base here and there along her cleavage and finally found entrance of the hole. But the bottle was little bit bigger to enter this luscious chamber.“Push darling… It will be ok…” I used both hand and pushed till it entered into the passage.“OH.YES. It is so good baby. Fuck me off…” She groaned with pleasure. I pushed the tool up to maximum. “Get out of here!” he shouted.I stepped back and closed his door. I then raised my voice to tell him his sandwich was ready. On my way back to the kitchen I thought that maybe he was just playing with himself but it sure looked and sounded like he was hurting himself. I had finished my sandwich and had started my homework when he came to get his sandwich. I said, “I’m gonna tell mom and dad you were hurting yourself.”“I wasn’t hurting myself!” he snapped.“It sure looked like it,” I.