Rummaging in his jacket pocket, he tugged at his wallet. He pulled it free and he had snagged something with his hand. They were black, satin and they...hung from his fingers to his obvious horror. Fackin’ ‘ell. Someone got lucky!” cackled the cabbie. He squirmed a little and smiled sheepishly. “Left ‘er mark too on yer neck!” The cackling grew louder, “Merry fackin’ Christmas eh? Eh?” He smiled uncomfortably. The raucousness of the cabbie’s laughter boomed through the Perspex wall between them.. He opened the bottom drawer-- shorts, exercise outfits and bathing suits. None of it in the least boylike. He turnd and opened the closet. Inside hung a number of shortskirted dresses, frocks and miniskirts. There was even a little black cocktail dress. "Is that when I get invited to school dances?" he thought disgustedly. On the floor were a number of shoes-- many being three inch heels of varying fashion colors. In addition, there were a pair of open-toed sandals and a pair of pink. “Hey, I’m just tryin’ to be helpful ‘n all,” Zeke defended his offer.“Thank you, Zeke,” Doctor Hooker said to the teen, approving his offer. “Breakfast first, then you can remove the carrots, then discipline time. After that, your aunt must get ready to go,” Doctor Hooker decided.Mrs. Waxerman wasted no time getting up from the table and making her way to the kitchen, Delilah close on her heels. The carrots in their asses spurring them to move as quickly as possible so that they’d be able to. I don’t mean to be gushy but it was true. It was her ‘spur of the moment, I don’t care, let’s have fun attitude’ that she only seemed to exude with me that I loved about her so much. Then she turned around and sat on me and told me to drive us home. She just waved that beautiful pussy in front of me and then slid right down on my dick. The boat swerved hard until I got control again. It was phenomenal but it took me an extra half hour to get home. Fucking while driving a boat at night is hard!.