All I could smell was fresh paint.Mrs. Cransen seemed to read my thoughts: "It was painted and redone thismorning. It's nice, isn't it?" she said.I lo...ked around, and said, "It's kind of child like, isn't it?" Mrs. Cransen said, "Nonsense, Matthew. The soft colors are soothing-tohelp you sleep. Besides, it's not like its pink or anything. Now, myhusband will soon be home with dinner. We've ordered pizza! I'll helpyou unpack after dinner, OK?" "Sure," I said. I noticed that this woman made me. I began walking to the door and discovered how crafty Vanya had been.The ultra-high heels and the stiff leather of the boots, combined withthe tight corset, forced me to swing my hips as I had learnt lastnight, but that movement caused the weighted stick to swing and swaywhich moved the dildo around uncomfortably inside me. I tried to walkwith the minimum hip movement to limit the swing of the ball andrealised that this would build the walk that Vanya wanted; a feminineyet not too pronounced. Keep going. Keep Goooiiiinnng!" Mary shuddered and climaxed, Denise eagerly and proudly lapping the spend."Why 'Pussycat'?" asked Denise as she watched Mary felate her fiancé again and idly masturbated Roger."Some day I'll tell you," Mary replied, her hand pulling on Harold's stiffening shaft.A few more mouth and hand strokes brought Harold to firmness. He rolled on a condom and positioned himself between Mary's thighs. Denise held his cock and guided him in.Watching Harold fuck another woman. ” Mom inhaled sharply, but recovered quickly.“Oh, that’s easy,” she said. “A pussy is a cat, like our little Chico. A bitch is a female dog, like our Sandy.”Craig thanked his mother and ran out the door. But something about his mother’s explanation bothered him. So he sought out his father. Dad was in the garage.“Dad,” Craig said, “the guys at school are using words I don’t understand.”“What words, son?” “Pussy and bitch. I asked Mom, but I don’t think she told me the right meanings.”“Son,.