I ran a hand along her quivering flanks,closing my eyes on the warmth, the softness, the vulnerability of it. It wouldrequire a lot of concentration t... go slow. For all of her quietitude,her compliance, something kept telling me that she was not going to be an easyone. I really hoped that to be the case. I didn?t like a quick conquest. No. Iliked a measure of chase, of challenge, pitting my will against hers. Igrinned, a silly lopsided smile. I couldn?t help it. Already my blood wasboiling, the. This woman's clit was much larger then hers was. In fact, it almost resembled a small penis and she found that she could almost suck on it like she would a small cock. The only difference, besides the size, was the fact that there was no foreskin to suck on. True, each clit had it's own hood, but she couldn't find on here and soon forgot all about it as she concentrated on the chore before her, and felt the gyrations of the woman as she continued to suck and drink the juices that were. Not yet anyway. But what might we be doing that she would see? In a sense, even if she did, we weren't doing anything wrong or doing anything that concerned her. That, and the fact I'd caught her and Andy having sex out back in the storeroom gave me an edge on that anyway. The only thing that really concerned me was her blabbing anything she might see to Irene. Irene and mom were close enough that it was very possible that could come out in conversation."Ok, maybe a little," I admitted. "But. "And I wish I could stop her, but when she gets going even my dadhad problems with her."Every morning, within an hour of Victor leaving, his Mother arrived toenforce Sam's adaptation to her program of feminisation. Instead ofbeing able to hide in the house, she used him as her 'girl Friday' andwhere she went, Sam, or rather Wendy, did. It was a very rare day fromthe moment that Mrs Barford got involved that he did not spend at leasthalf of it in public. This crash course in public life soon.