She quickly averted her gaze as if caught doing something wrong, and set her foot on the next step. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that sh... wasn’t watching her step, but whatever it was, she tripped. Her heel scraped against the stone and her ankle wobbled. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she lurched forward. She tumbled down the stairs, her face pale, her arms flailing helplessly. It all happened so suddenly that he didn’t have time to make a sound. His arms were outstretched,. . equipment?"There's a laugh and Miss Lenore leads them off, Diane and me trailingbehind, with me staring mostly at the floor... one of the men makes ajoke, and they laugh. I'm sure it's at my expense. We pass throughseveral rooms, including a games room, and a massage parlour,fortunately unoccupied. We pause at a door with the word Bordello aboveit, but after a brief description of the sissy delights within we moveon, into a large well appointed gym."It's closed this morning to show you. Outside we can we Miss Truly walking her mastif named Angel. She is our landlady, in her early sixties, long flowing white hair, and a massive pair of tits which she proud displays in very revealing shirts. Miss Truly is a lesbian and has flirted with Mom on occasion and even asked he out on dates but Mom has not yet opened herself to that side of her sexuality just yet. Yet. When Miss Truly spots us she waves but is unaware what goes on beyond the frame of the window. I can tell just by the. We started off very slowly and it was probably thirty minutes before we were naked in bed, although ten of those were taken up by Donna studying the ring I’d given to her. Her body, now that I had chance to see it was glorious, her breasts were average in size but firm with no sag whatsoever and her legs were divine. To my biased eyes she was perfect, slim but not skinny; shapely but not carrying any excess fat.Our lovemaking was intense, I started out slow as not to scare her but I soon found.