The chef was a local woman - not of Italian heritage - who had spent two years in Italy learning from the best chefs and brought all of that back home...with her. Her food was divine. They always received a warm welcome there. They were not atypical of the clientele, downtown professional types in their thirties. Juliana was tall, with blond hair that went from tawny to pale gold. She was fair and had striking blue eyes. Robert was a little older, handsome, dark with hazel eyes, head shaved, and. It had to be a dream though. It just had to have been a dream, but it had been so vivid. This morning when I woke up I had that funny taste as well my ass hole was sore. Waking up in the morning with a salty, musky taste in my mouth and my ass hole feeling sore wasnt unusual. I had I had been waking up each morning for years and years with the taste in my mouth and sore ass and having a big shit. I remember the first morning I had woke up with the taste in my mouth and sore asshole pooping the. "I had 2 dressers in the closet, which were full of my boy clothes. Thefew items of girl clothes that I already had, like my panties, leotards,tights and jumpers, were simply mixed in with my boy stuff. "I'd liketo separate everything, Tiffany - so that I have 1 dresser for my girlclothes and 1 for my boy clothes." "Eventually I'm thinking 2 for yourgirl clothes and none for your boy clothes, hon!" she said and I smiledat that thought. Could that ever become a reality for me?In going thru. She whimpered a yes as he continued to enjoy her lovely wet recesses. Then she touched him sending a shock the length of him before asking if that was ok. Of course it was and he murmured his assent. She began to writhe and asked him whether he wanted to fuck her ass. He had to pause to make that desire emphatic, unequivocal at which she exhaled sharply. Unfortunately he could not see her face to know, but he was sure that it was a deep hue. Then she said, “Can I…fuck yours?” This time.