At last, it was over, and I embraced Fiona close, overjoyed not to be disgusting anymore.She comforted me with her words and her touch. When she said ...e’d go visit the forest, I dared to give her a little kiss. It meant a lot to me that she’d remembered how much I wanted to do that. It showed I mattered, and she paid attention to my wishes.I put on what she gave me, some of it hers. Socks weren’t much of an issue, but I looked like a child in adult clothes with her coat on. Still, it was early,. Then I could feel my cock getting hard again, and Claire was once again kissing it.Then she told me she wanted to fuck my brains out and told me to lie on my back. She crawled on top and began to kiss me, mixing my cum with her juices that were still in my mouth. She positioned herself over my cock, then lowered herself onto me. The feeling of my cock entering her pussy hole was even better than the blow job.We began to move in unison, the bed creaking with our movements. The sound of flesh. If her briefcase was lying flat, it meant that her husband would be home that evening, and we would not be able to see each other.On those days I was moody, and quiet, and had a tendency to snap at people for no good reason. I did my best to contain my churlishness, but it didn't always work. It was made harder because I could see her walking through the halls, and I could see the way her hair moved, and I could imagine the way her breasts moved when she was naked, and the way her nipples. "Twoof the lads will be on duty at the time of our need, they have assuredme." What part am I to play in this penny opera?" I asked Sweet."In due time, Watson, come now help me get into my costume for our pennyopera, as you call it."As I helped Sweet turn himself into a quaint frail little old lady, heexplained the plan. It all sounded like a shot in the dark to me, butI'm not the genius, am I? I was smart enough to know that it all had tobe done in perfect concert or all would be lost.***The.