I followed Lourdes around a corner and into a long corridor adding my clicking heels to hers in the chilly and nearly dark hallway, (only a white LED ...trip along the baseboard guided our feet) the left-hand side of the passage was entirely clear glass. The black void outside, bordered by neighboring lights that fell precipitously away on either side suggested that the corridor bridged two wings of the home. I strode along with my head high relishing the moment, owning my transformation and. He dressed, and was quite chatty. Not troubled by how fucking gay that all was and left. I was about to leave myself and head home to let Harrison and Polly in my flat when I remembered I had to call Nick.Nick answered in a panic. I soon realised he had organised my call to recreate one of his most risky sexual fetishes. He was in bed with his wife and used my call to interrupt the fucking and leave.When Nick entered the garage I was on my knees.“That is bad form Nick. You cannot leave your. I took of her robe knelt in front of her and went to work on her pussy hair. Her whole body was trembling my soft breath breathing on her pussy as I worked and within minutes she was completely smooth. I glanced up and notice her nipples were rock hard, I stood up my fingers brushing lightly against her mound see that wasn`t difficult. Those tits of yours are so kissable C and I brought my lips down on first one erect nipple and then the other lightly sucking a slight groan escaped from her. ..I was very lucky with my mum and dad. Seriously. I never, ever, doubted their love for me and I grew up secure and happy. Dad held the belief – and Mum agreed – that bad behaviour should be punished, and a smack – or several smacks, as appropriate – on the bottom was much better than some non-physical punishment like no pudding at dinner time. It was always proportional, and he always cuddled me afterwards. I don’t know, and I don’t believe anyone can say that that’s why I grew up the way I.