“Victor,” she sang in her Scottish lilt, “James and I were talking about your visit, and your news about your sister. Would you consider coming ...o us for Christmas and Hogmanay? There are going to be a few guests who come every year. Better than being on your own, and you’ve been through a wee bit of trouble from what we’ve read in the papers.”Victor was delighted. “Thank you Bridget,” he smiled, “I was just wondering what to do about Christmas, and I had decided to try to find a hotel. But. ..''''you prefer to watch us? i was help nakedtrying to hide my small balls and cock''dont be shy dude you are cute''''damn bro look at that smooth bubble but''both rubbing my ass before sitting down''why you keep hidding it you shy?''helping my hands off my small cock''here hold mine instead yours too small , hold my hard cock ''''yes mine too here hold my big cock , you cant play yours, here like this feel how big it is''both my hands put on them big cockslooking left and right at my small. ’The friction from the dildo and the small hole in Boston’s shimmery tights made a squelching sound as I slapped my Lycra hips against his arse. ‘Look at you! You’re actually encased in my smelly tights! I know what you want more than anyone has ever known,’ I seethed. ‘And I’m going to give it to you, Boston. I’m really fucking going to let you have it.’ I looked over my shoulder at Kev, and smiled sweetly. ‘Enjoying the show, are you? Can you see what he means to me, Kev? Didn’t it ever. As was the full-length, oval mirror that set near the door.It had not been there when he had fallen asleep. None of the now rusticfurnishings had been in his room. Only the bed.Even more startling, though, was the reflection he cast in the silveredglass as he paused before the mirror. For where a tall, young man oftwenty-nine should have stood, was reflected a scantily clad brunettewith wide, green eyes that didn't look twenty. She had full breaststhat heaved with his gasp for air, and he.