When you said I should call you T. M. I instantly thought of my favorite author, T. M. Trog also known as Titmilker." She paused gauging my reactions...."I see I was right. It's been sometime since you last posted anything." I'm flattered and pleased. T. M. Trog at your service my lady and no I've not written for quite sometime." Well, depending on how the afternoon turns out I'm hoping you will finally have a story to post."Author comment: I hope you don't take the dialog as what was really said. He was saving to buy a car when he was old enough.Being kicked out was a blessing in a way. He was out from under his stepfather's strict rule and his sisters badgering.Tim had taken the few things he treasured with him, although he didn't intend to continue dressing up. He had some clothes he had bought, saying to the salesgirls that they were for his sister or his imaginary girlfriend. He was planning to throw them out but he couldn't bring himself to do it.The long wavy wig was from a. .....lick.... up the middle, almost too light to feel. Another kiss at the top The same light lick back down... this time you feel my mouth moving upwards again, but with more force, you feel my whole tongue pushing between your lips, opening your pussy... the heat your body is creating and the ice sends a mixed chill down your spine. Then you feel my tongue and lips working together, almost as if I were kissing your mouth... my tongue probes deep inside, reaching as far as it can before my. . well, down to earth. Why were they suddenly so buddy, buddy? Goddammit! They were up to something!Formulating these thoughts, Ed was out the back door and with an image of his sister Sybil in that cocktail dress, making her look to damn sexy for a movie, he climbed into his beat-up Chevy. The car started right away and the snow tires crunched upon the ice in the driveway.“Christ!” Ed intoned out loud. “I know that I can’t trust Jane as far as I can throw a stick ... but with my sister, Sybil?.