” Just as I entered the my front door my mobile went. It was Michelle. My heart sank. In reality, she was the last person I wanted to speak to at th...t point. “Hello? Ray?” she said tentatively. “I hope I haven't got you at a bad time?” “No, um,… no.” I replied, trying to hide my displeasure. “I was just getting some things together for Clare.” I knew that would probably rile but I didn’t care. “Oh? Things for Clare? Is it related to the music tour? Can I help?” “Yes, it is for Clare and no,. I had to help him; I guess I'll have to help you, too."And she did. She never said anything more about my father, who haddied some years previously, but I thought she must have helped him agood deal, because she seemed not only to understand women's clothes,as any woman would, but also to understand males who wanted to wearthem, and was reasonably good at making a man or a boy look good inthem.It seemed like heaven. I had dressed only occasionally before, justas opportunity offered; now we were. It was so pretty and plump, perfectly smooth with a slice down the middle that was wet. I knew that girls got wet, that it wasn't that she'd peed or anything, I mean, at least I knew that much. I began licking up and down the groove and tried poking my tongue inside. "Pull my pussy open, Chase, then get inside, flick your tongue around in there." Well, okay, I did that and she began moaning, "Mmm, oh, good, yeah, like that. Mmm," as she squirmed under me. I kept doing what she wanted and I. I grabbed her hips giving her no respite and flipped her over like a rag doll before lifting her up onto her knees and driving my hard throbbing cock into her still quivering cunt. She moaned into the pillow where her face rested as my fingers dug into the flesh of her hips and I slammed my cock into her again and again feeling the head bounce against the neck of her womb with every stroke. I stared down fascinated watching my cock appear and disappear, at first I thought of Jane’s plump ass.