The front of the shop became almost obscured over the years, with tree branches drooping in the yard between the shop and the street out front. The co...crete driveway had broken up little by little until it looked more like cobblestones and loose rock. Next door in a house slightly smaller than the flower shop lived Emily’s best friend, Wilson Greer, who preferred to be called “Willie.” Widowed himself, Willie was impressed with Emily’s devotion to growing flowers and donating them and plants. It wasn't as big as his, but it was a cock just the same.Blake immediately withdrew and got off the bed and took a seat at the desk. His cock began to wither as he stared and he cursed his own lust that was fueled by alcohol for this predicament. Chasity pulled up her panties and got off the bed and walked over to the desk. She then leaned her butt against it and then looked down at Blake."I take it I'm your first t-girl?" Chasity asked."Yes," he responded looking up at her. "I blame the. Even our lovemaking had to be toned down a bit to hold the noise down. It didn't make things too difficult, it just meant there was a third person in our relationship all the time.I had asked Guy about his son's social life and I guess he was pretty shy around girls. We were at dinner, we did leave him at home sometimes when we went out if we weren't far, he could always call on his Dad's cell if anything happened, and I asked him, "Kenny never seems to be on the phone with any girls, has he. " I parted my lips for her, still writhing below the waist. My knees shook as the inside of my pussy throbbed with tremendous need. I didn't know how much longer I could stand this. More sweet, perverse nectar washed over my senses. I could smell my horniness in the air, as I'm sure Mistress did as well. It was erotic and humiliating at the same time. Mistress seemed to know exactly what she was doing. And I would have done anything for her. "I love watching you like this, my pet," she said,.