Johnson walked out from behind his desk and said, "Wait. Don't you owe my wife something?"Shocked I replied, "Oh, yes. How much do I owe you?" What th... fuck? I didn't have any money with me."I believe she found your last payment agreeable, and enjoyable even," Mr. Johnson said calmly."Uhhh. I'm not sure what you are talking about," I stammered searching Mrs. Johnson's face for some sign of what was happening."I have some papers to grade, so go ahead and pay her and then you can leave," he. Her dark hair whips around as she shakes her head back and forth. Oh, no! Don't let that hair cover her! Whew! She settles back and moves her hair around to her back. A huge smile is on her face. A smile that would melt lead! I just know that if she smiled at me that way, I would cum instantly! Her lips part and her tongue snakes out to lick her lips, those beautiful lips, moaning even more and louder. Her hands are both rubbing the insides of her thighs, where I long to have my tongue. I can. " I bustled aroundfor a few moments before I poured out two glasses. I joined him on thesofa and we sat sipping our drinks. Most of the candles had burnt outbut the bright moonlight filled the room with its silver sheen."You know I just adore men in uniforms." I reached over and touched him."What a coincidence," he replied, "so do I," we giggled at our joke."How long have you been working here?" Five years so far, not fulltime I have to spend a lot of time at thevineyard, but I love to do. I was in shock. I was sure my deviant gene hadbeen passed on to my son.I had fought against my urges to dress for decades, and, now, he wassuccumbing to them just like I had when I was young. I could not believeit. I felt as if I was reliving my youth. Except, now, I was the yellingfather and not the scarred child.I could not believe it. He had somehow caught it from me. The sick urgethat never left me for long, it was passed on to him. I didn't how ithappened. I had hidden it for so long,.