"I think the flowered apron you wore tonight might have shot the 'tough guy' thing down already. Come on, spit it out."He paused for a moment. "Regina...d," Adam said softly. "And don't laugh!"I smothered my giggles into the sofa. "Reginald? Adam Reginald Brooks? Good Lord, that sounds pretentious." Thanks," Adam said bitterly. "I was named after my grandfather." I'm sorry," I said sheepishly when the laughter subsided. "It's not that bad, really." What's yours?" Adam asked. There was a faint. .I thought I would look like an absolute clownif I attempted to fix my face up with makeup. But I was intriguednonetheless. I wondered what I would look like if I was made up by aprofessional, and what the total package would look like if I waswearing a wig. While taking a walk I made up my mind: I would make an appointment andsee what Simone really looked like. When the fateful day arrived, I packed my bag of women's clothing andprepared for the drive down to the salon. The drive went quickly,. She pauses and looks down the passage, but is unable to make out a shape in the inky black shadows within. Joyce hesitates, not sure if she should call out or just keep moving.“Help! Help me!”She definitely heard it that time. A female voice was calling out for help from the darkness of the alley. The odd thing was… the voice almost sounded like it was coming from deep within a tunnel. Or a hole. It was so distant and echoey. This seems like a trap. Joyce resigned herself with continuing on. .."now, ordinarily i would have tucked my bits away and got up, but iv fancied him for quite a bit now.iv never done anything about it as he was neawly divorced, and i don't usually do neighbours. but iwas already feeling pretty horny, what with being in the garden, and he did look hot standing thetre in his ripped t-shirt and jeans, so i just carried on rubbing the oil into my tits, givingt him the eye.He was fixed on my boobs, so i squeezed them a bit and pinched my nipples. "i like a nice.