He sent it to her and she forwarded it to her publisher, tellinghim that she couldn't put it down once she started reading it. Shesmiled as she sent i... on, and hoped her publisher would like it asmuch as she did. At lunch she told him she had forwarded it to her publisher andshe was certain he would publish it. He told her he didn't think itwas that great, because all he did was write as he felt, not aseveryone else might feel. He told her she felt that way onlybecause he had written it. . Then it hit me. I wasn't doing it for thehumiliation, or for myself or to be noticed by others. I was doing it forMiss Penny. I was dressed as a girl because she asked me to do it and Ididn't want to disappoint her.In a busy airport, alone, dressed in my feminine attire, not caring whatother people thought. Well, I did care, but the possibility ofdisappointing Miss Penny overcame my feelings of what I thought about howI looked or what other people thought about me. Her control over meextended. Musky and rich. I paused for a moment to look at her still open and pulsing pussy ... and I marveled at how pink her labia and other womanly parts looked. Something about her dark skin amplified the richness of the color. Certainly, the fact that every part of her was swollen with pleasure had something to do with the shade down there! But I wasn't done. Raising my wet face up from between her thighs, I saw Lauren's post-cum smile widen as I began to caress her hips, thighs and intimate. An hour later and over $100 lighter, Charlie and I emerged from Barry Kempe. He looked both younger and more 'with it'. Maddy would be delighted."Never spent more'n five buck on a haircut before." You still haven't. I paid." OK. But I get to pay for them clothes." Right."We walked the few streets to MYER Perth. "Here we go. We'll start with a suit and get other stuff while they alter as necessary." It turned out to be far easier than I thought. A bloke in a too-tight jacket took Charlie in.