" I'm positive you were caught outside. I helped you into the house."Joan looked puzzled. "Who are you?" she asked again."I'm Jill. Don't you remem...er?" Jill brushed her long hair outfrom in front of her face. "I always watch your kids when you'reout, Mrs. Burroughs." That must be why you look so familiar," said Joan. "Do you thinkyou could possibly be my husband?" she asked cautiously. "AlthoughI don't believe any of them, I've read stories in the tabloids aboutmen becoming women and. Never supress my big nipples.I’d like to have a few different types of hair. But if I could only choose one it would be hair that starts out as black near the scalp for a few inches, and the rest of it is a dark brown-reddish auburn. I could style it either straight or wavy. Have it grown long, cut at medium shoulder length, or cut short. Recently I've fallen in love with two-tone hair like this. I've also always liked tones of auburn.I want the very wide, curvy, feminine hips of a mature. .. Umm ... Yes Misst ... Ma'am." There was now way I was going to spend all evening calling her Mistress, I didn't even do that for Chris, so Ma'am would have to do, even though it brought back memories of Toni, memories that had my need drooling, straining to be released."I've already ordered for us, and just bottled water," she paused to emphasise her words, "I think we'll both want clear heads, for later." That look in her eyes again, my need breaking it's leash, bounding forward, eager.The. Then, something unexpected: she asked me to lick her asshole. Just like that. And I did, as if I had always done it. I'm actually blushing now while I'm writing it. I'll have to read about the effect of tequila on human inhibitions.I truly don't recall everything I did to her, because she kept telling me what to do, begging, and she didn't move a muscle except to keep in whatever position I needed her to do whatever she was asking me to do.After a while I was more than ready needed to come.