And, Widemouth wanted to be the regional capital. If we accepted King Tom, we would both get what we wanted. And they would still be the town or city ...ouncil, responsible for and holding authority over the town and its immediate surroundings as it grew.On the other hand, the Council would NOT be in charge of the whole region, the duchy. I would be. I would listen to the Council on matters that concerned the town, but I may not on other matters.We had previously discussed my apathy about town. They continue a normal conversation, their last words that day are "you, see you tomorrow".Dressed as requested she arrives at a busy London station, her heart beating fast, she’s acutely aware that people are giving her inquisitive looks as she know her black bra is very visible under her blouse. Where is he? she wonders, maybe he's late, or is he standing looking at her from a far, getting turned on by the looks of passers by.Her phone rings, his sexy voice says, "where are you"?, "near the. And that is where my cross dressing began. Not with that panty, but it was a pink panty I fished out of the hamper when we visited Katie’s parents place, and yes I suppose I had a crush on Katie but that is a whole other story for another time. I think my original plan was to use the sensuous fabric to jerk off with but for whatever reason I stepped into it and my life was changed immediately as I looked in the mirror and saw the outline of my little cock inside the pink nylon fabric.Now these. Both of them hit him with bear hugs at the same time. Staggering back a couple of steps from the impact, he enveloped them in his arms as the Hodkins laughed at the women's antics. Before Fred was fully stable again, Carla put a hand behind his neck, pulled his mouth down to hers and kissed him. It wasn't a little peck on the lips; it was a soul kiss. There was nothing bashful about it with a full frontal hug, and Carla's tongue that was happily exploring for his.His dick responded with a mind.