I applied it to her face and neck.I chewed it away slowly from her skin. Each and every moment she got more and more warm on the bed. Then came my sec...nd thing from the kit. I took some honey and poured it on her breast. From my mobile, I recorded the honey running down from the massive mounts.Then I tasted the love honey like a hungry lion eating its prey. I made some love bites on her boobs and chewed her nipples like a child. She was coming already and wet the bed with her juice. Her moaning. Now I know most women would have been in a real huff about this, however not me. I see nothing wrong in getting off where ever or when ever the need arise. I know there have been times sitting at my desk at some boring ass job that I have slipped a finger or two up my slid to relive the stress. The thought of going and helping a b*****r out flashed through my mind. As I said the b*****r was fine, so I looked to see if there was anyone waiting to get on the bus, no one was around and that is. I wasn’t her friend, nor did I know her in the slightest, and she wanted me to spend the night with her? Maybe she felt vulnerable and I was giving her some form of protection, or she just wanted to pretend like I was her boyfriend one last time. Either way I wasn’t the man for the job. ‘I’m not the cuddle up to type, Liz’ I walked towards her front door again, determined to leave if she didn’t talk again, not wanting to stay any longer than I had to. After all, she was looking for something. I moved in with Dave permantly within days,and I spent my freetime "dressed",even when his sister & brother-in-law visited,but I made sure my dress didn't expose anything. I also shared my hobby with the landlady,who saw me en-femme on rent day soon after I moved in,but she assured me it wasn't a problem.For two months I wore my female attire at home only,then Dave & I was invited to a fancy-dress party at the landladies house in Surrey,and she insisted I went as a woman,so having new.