Leavingthe panty however luckily was not possible, as real ladies wear theirpanties in style. The movements of the skirt around my waste contributedto...my excitement even more.With the wig on my head, heels on my feet and the immeasurable joy of thepencil skirt moving around my legs and waste, I moved forward to thekitchen. Preparing breakfast, making coffee. Cleaning up, doing dishes,vacuum cleaning the breakfast room, it was all part of my new future.At 10.00 Miss Cummings wanted to talk. We. A small tuft of hair escaped the inner leg of her shorts along with a portion of plump labia. She rarely shaved down there, and I wondered how many others would be blessed with the same view before summer's end.I had made her a few crop tops from some of her worn out T-shirts. The colors had been bleached to pale grays and whites from years of her daily runs, and many of the seams had opened into ragged holes, so she refused to wear them any longer in public. Now they were cool and comfortable. Lee’s grip on his pistol tightens a little. He is about to give another warning when a dog tramples out from beneath a couple boxes, sending a bottle scattering across the ground. Lee immediately lowers his pistol and breathes out a sigh of relief.“Damn mutt,” he mutters.He is ready to dismiss the dog when he notices something that looks like blood on the animal’s coat.“Come here, boy,” he calls, dropping down into a crotch.The dog faces him and growls, showing a mouth full of teeth and blood.. She looks around to make sure no one is looking, bends over and takes my cock in her hot mouth and sucks me the best that she can under the circumstances. When she comes back up, she said damn baby I can barely fit half of you in my mouth. I put my hand under her dress and find her panties wet. Without warning, I shove a finger as deep in her as hard as I could and she let out a loud gasp getting the attention of a few people in the bar. To cover up the sound we laughed it off, everyone else.