Remember when we were trick-or-treating when we were eleven. and you dropped your candy? Remember how I helped you pick it up?’ She moved even close..., her eyes glittering. ‘When you weren’t looking, I stole all the peanut-butter cups I could see. So, if you ever wondered why you didn’t get any…’ An effervescent bubble of laughter burst from her garnet lips. ‘Sorry about that. Am I forgiven?’ Mocha approached, sniffed my hand, and then licked it with a warm pink tongue. ‘Yeah,’ I smiled back. ‘I. She soaked her hairs a bit and looked towards to see if I was sleeping or not. She did not notice that I was awake, and then removed her towel. She was standing with her back towards me with nothing but just her panty. She was wearing a pink silky thong type panty and her ass was shining as it was wet. Her milky white back was inviting me to touch it, feel it hold it.I somehow managed to resist myself as it would have been awkward for her and might have caused our relationship to take a bad. He has been totally laid back and cool about the whole thing and seems to want me to genuinely enjoy the dress-up aspect of this. Knowing all of this, I headed to work with butterflies in my stomach. I am fortunate that my job allows me flexibility with my time in the office. I am able to come and go pretty readily and as long as my work is getting done, nobody gives me any grief.We agreed to meet at 11:00 at Paul’s apartment. I left work a little after 10, knowing that it takes about 45. "Thank you. I'll let you know when I need your assistance again. I'm finefor now," she said dismissing the young man and woman that helpedrestrain Martin."This is not a dress up game to me damn it." His deadpan tone obvious."Where am I?" he looked in the mirror at her."This is your house Mrs.Vargos. You live here."Martin fumed at the ease that she spoke to him as a woman. She reclinedhis head into the shampoo bowl and lathered his hair. She massaged theshampoo into his hair and worked it much.