Sunday turned into Monday and today I was looking at June with different eyes. I had watched her strip tease again and again on my big screen at home....Mr Burton came in and spent most of the day in his office. Usually on weekdays I would be the last one there to set the alarms and lock up. Quite unexpectedly Mr Burton told me to go home early and he would do it. I sat on the wall of the car park and watched as the staff cars left until there was just Mr Burton's Rover left. Ten minutes I waited. She went back to the living room. "What's happened to my life?"Shelly scowled. "Jamie, are you really all right? What's your problem?" I'm not a girl, I'm a guy. I was born a guy and I've always been a guy. Now, I'm my own vision of beauty."Tom and Shelly exchanged looks. Tom was dying on the inside, but couldn't make any outward admittance to it. "Jamie," Tom said. "How much did you have to drink last night." Stop calling me that!"Shelly spoke up. "James, maybe you should come back to. She was approached twice while he was away but she brushed them both off quickly, waiting for him to return. As soon she saw him coming back she downed the rest of her drink, putting her glass down on a nearby ledge, then grabbed his hand and lead him to the dance floor. Through the crowd I got glimpses of them dancing. She was facing him with her arms outstretched and wrapped around his neck as the gyrated to the beat. I lost them for a minute, then spotted them again, now kissing passionately. Using a flat, wide tongue, I licked her from ass hole to clit. She grabbed my head and humped my face. I pointed my tongue and fucked her hole with it, then locked my lips around her clit and sucked hard while flicking it with my tongue. “Oh shit! Fuck! Oh my God!” she screamed with no apparent concern about her husband asleep on the other side of the wall. “No one has ever done that to me! Oh my God! Stop! Stop!” she screamed while pushing my head away. “I can’t take it!” she pleaded as she.