He wanted to blame me but I think he didn’t believe I was doing a poor job.He quizzed me about how Lilly had taught me the job and I said I believed...she was very thorough. He reminded me that milk house cleaning happened to include a lot of extracurricular activity and queried me with a long look referring to my time with Lilly fucking me. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t simply going to kill me for possibly causing problems at a time like this. He knew exactly how much Lilly and I messed around,. I'm just glad I could make sure you got home safely," he said, smiling as I looked up at him. His blue eyes sparkled when he smiled at me. "Why don't you just come in and have breakfast with me?" Before I could refuse, he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside."I really should go, Patty's not here and I --" So what if Patty's not here. If she were, she'd invite you in for breakfast, too. What's the problem?" No problem," I replied quietly as I sat down at his kitchen table."By the way, you look. When I found it, we both gasped. She did as the sensations went from pussy to brain the back to her pussy. She clamped her thighs tight to keep my hand where it was.I gasped because she was so very wet and ready. After about five minutes, I was finally able to get her to release my hand. I spun her around facing the window. With one arm around her waist, I used my other hand to push on her shoulder and bend her over. She placed her hands on the glass looking out of our suite toward the Las. 'I can never thank you enough for giving them to me. I started a band just a few weeks after we moved there.'I continued to catch Mr. Joe up on my life since my family had moved away and he seemed to be paying rapt attention to my story. I also noticed that he studiously avoided asking me for details about my transition. I don't know if he was just letting me tell that part of my story for myself or whether he might be squicked at finding out I still had some boy parts, but he, as always, was.