.. well!She certainly had a nice pad. Huge Victorian place, swish auto gates opened and I drove the gravel drive to park. She was waiting at the top o... porticoed granite stars. We shook hands and I followed her indoors, through a long corridor and to a sumptuous lounge. Monica poured coffees and we chatted. I admired many contemporary paintings in the room, she had a good eye, but she said they were all her deceased husband Marcel’s choice. We agreed dates, times and I offered to prepare an. His hips buck slightly in response and I can feel his cock twitch as I begin to move up and down applying delicious suction. His pleasure at having my warm mouth around his sex, was seeping through our connection and was becoming mine. I bob my head up and down, moaning and enjoying the sensation. I had always enjoyed giving blowjobs but his taste was addicting and euphoric. The tingle and pool of liquid around my mound was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. Never stopping my movements,. .move it move it, come along........but today it s different we are going to a dance outfit shop in the city centre to buy my sissy clothes for the San fransisco pride parade the day after tomorrow (Mistress didn t want to be seen with me, let alone parade near me,but I pleaded and begged for a whole year and she finally gave in)......at 10 we left home me dressed in a red tight shorts and a pink vest and Mistress and partner ,thank God we took a taxi, and so few people saw me till we entered. "Yeah she's been pretty good to me so far." I replied as I pulled Kimmie close to me. "But she has a lot more work to do before I leave. "You got a lot more work to do." Kimmie shot back grabbing my crotch very aggressive but playfully. Stories flowed like the tap of Bud Light. Stories of war, stories of far lands I've seen and people I've met. Their stories from back home, of jobs had and lost, girls that have come and gone, and the ever growing list of our friend that have.