I knew she had experience at this. I knew I wasn't corrupting her if I let her do it. But I did love her and I wanted her to heal. This wasn't righ.... And still I just sat there and watched her unbuckle my belt and unfasten my pants. Her hand lowered my fly without hesitation and she smiled at me as she peeled the clothing aside."Brenda," I said, meaning to say something to stop her, to stop myself."Daddy," she said back, and I melted.She pulled my underwear down and my hard cock sprang. So, if he wouldn't do it maybe Clint could."What I tell you Desert Flower? He is a natural panty boy, so it lookslike we go out for a drink and a little dancing after dinner?" You were right Cowboy. I would have gone anyway, it sounds like fun.Mitch would never want to do that." She gave him a big smile andsqueezed his hand. Maybe this weekend would be better than even she hadhoped."Well I'm glad to hear that, but I want you to do me a favor. I thinkyou need to find out more about Mitch and his. The fact that we were sexually perfectly matched and in that we were really unique helped a great deal. I doubt that he could have found a bottom who could both keep up with him sexually and live with him domestically. And I found the same rare mix in him. Our in and out of bed lives did not really have a clear line of division. One was a part of the other and easily blended.And that brings up the subject of our ritual. Every relationship either settles in to a ritual or it starts to fade in to. The lecture would have about 90 students, combining three labclasses. Just as the hands of the institutional style clock reached 11, in walked awoman bearing a striking resemblence to the actress Blythe Danner. Mid 50s,greying blonde hair, build on the thin side. But this woman didn't seemquite as pleasant. She looked as if she wasn't especially happy about beingthere. Well, the students would find out in a minute. "My name is Miss Marlow. I'll be your instructor for professional hairdesign. If.