Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I kissed the velvet tip; I so loved the feel, the texture, the warmth, and the deep purple colour of his beautifu... organ. I marveled at how it was so malleable—so very firm, but also flexible.I slipped my lips over the head. Dom moaned in approval as I took him into my mouth. I licked under, and around the delicate glans, and could feel Dom reacting—shivering, almost—to the touch of my tongue.My lips slid down his shaft, until I reached the base of his. I blushed and hung my head inshame. "Oh darling, I am only teasing. I told you it was normal for boysto do it." She hugged me and asked, "Was it the women or the clothesthat excited you? Again I blushed and admitted, "It was the clothes, theheel, the lipstick and nail polish." She just smiled and said that nexttime, perhaps I should dress up before masturbating. She said she wouldhelp me dress up and then leave me to do "my thing". I really blushedthen but the idea of doing it en femme. They said she died of a broken heart, although Mary Ellen wondered just who the hell "they" were. She had also inherited the reins of the family business, which should have been solid enough to provide her with sufficient income to live comfortably for the rest of her life. But it just hadn't turned out that way. She'd managed to convert a thriving business into a financial horror story in just two years. In fact, she'd had to sell the old mansion that had been in the family for four. She gave a gasp andwhispered "Oh God! please don't tell him. No one knows". Debbie didn'tknow what I was doing to his wife as my back was to him but he feltmotivated to a routine protest. "Leave her alone, you sick bastard" whichI naturally ignored. "Shall we tell him darling?" I whispered maliciously."Oh God no, please" she pleaded "I'll do anything you ask but pleasedon't". "I'll hold you to that later" I smiled. I lay back, slipping myhand down into the elasticated waist of her panties and.