.. Errrr......" She glanced up at my with those big brown eyes, raised her right hand to my lips to Shhhh me again and then went back to my tweaking m... nipple. Then it began, I knew this feeling, it hadn't happened in a long time but I knew this was it, I couldn't hold out much longer.... "HHhhhhmmmmm, MMMMMmmmmmmm............" Debbie knew exactly what she was planning. She was a Goddess who knew exactly what she was doing and were and how this was going to end. I was under her spell mesmerised. "With a wig and a little make-up, I bet you could actually pass for awoman!"A sudden nameless fear began to gnaw at my stomach. "What do mean?"Although I really didn't want to discuss what I was afraid was going tobe the result of this talk. "Well, I just looking at your features - you have beautiful, delicate,and smooth skin - and, with the proper preprations, I bet no one wouldtake you for male!" I was growing more apprehensive! "Y-y-you are not really suggesting thatI go out in public. ” Bill slowly stood up, undid his belt, unzipped and dropped his pants and underwear to his feet. “Bill’s cock isn’t hard yet. Feel it and find out. I know you want to.” I reached for his thick hanging cock. “Grab it goddam it. Hold it in your fist.” my mother bellowed. Fearfully but with some curiosity, I took his cock in my hand. It was heavy and thick…and soft but only for a few seconds. Soon it was hard and then sticking straight out at me. “Stroke it you naughty boy. Bill would like. Bobby was on the wall phone in the back, one more time. He saw me looking and asked, ‘That bad, huh?’ ‘You don’t need me to tell you that, you’re the producer. What do you need a detective for?’ Bobby sighed and scanned the rows of vacant plush seats. While I’d sat through that 80-minute stinker he said not a word. He’d spent every second by the phone when he wasn’t pacing a hole in the carpet, chain-smoking. I thought he would have said something of consequence by now. He had had time to put.