What I mean by that was, everyone seemed to be wearing clothes that looked brand new, like they had just bought them at the store. The women in partic...lar were dressed nicely, wearing dresses that were much finer then most women wore to church. I had been to New York City a few years ago, when I had had a silly dream of joining the merchant marines and sailing the open sea. I had seen how women dressed there as oppose to women out here in the west, and it was like being back in New York City. The way your adams apple bobs when you speak. I admire your neck for a moment, youve shaved. I know its just for me. I can still see the outlines of the hickeys Id left there the last time wed seen each other. What, are you marking me? you had asked, laughing. Yes. Id replied with gusto, my seriousness displaying the passion we shared. So everyone will know who you belong to. I bite my lip in anticipation, remembering. After such a recollection I cant handle the fact that my body is not fitted. She had a daughter and a grandchild many miles away so I always took the opportunity to dress while she was away. She had gone to see them last Friday and was not coming back until sometime on Monday, or so I thought!!! So once she had left I had got my clothes out, my pvc maids uniform, the bra and falsies, my frilly knickers, my wig and make up, hold ups. I had a bath and taken my time dressing, doing my make up fully, and looked at myself in the mirror,. I smiled back at my father. “Good morning, dad.”“Good morning, Gabe. How did you sleep?”“I always sleep good with your cum inside me.”He chuckled and stroked the side of my face gently with his big hand. “That’s my boy.”Ford withdrew his face from my ass and shifted up to lay himself on my back. He lined up his groin with my ass and leaning in to kiss my neck. I could feel his rock-hard morning erection pushed in my crack.“Good morning, little brother,” he said, grinding his cock against.