I haven’t gotten over the last girl yet.” I couldn’t help but stare into her eyes when I said that. I wished that somehow she would be able to s...e that I was talking about her. In some ways I was afraid that she would know, so I added, “Besides, I thought you were going to take care of me.”She laughed, “There are some things that I can’t do for you.”I couldn’t help it. I looked down at her breasts and said, “That’s too bad.” We had never flirted like this before. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it. Bag lady tried to cover her breasts and pubic area with her hands. "Time we were introduced," the man went on, "Colonel Jeremy Saunders-Smythe. Most people just call me Colonel or Sir." He held out his hand. Bag lady shook it carefully with her cold wet hand and said, "Margaret Smith." For the first time for a while Margaret smiled at the incongruity of the situation. Such a formal introduction when she was naked and he fully dressed. "Doesn’t anyone call you Jeremy or Jerry?" she asked."family. Bill could hear the man's voice from the tape: "Yeah baby, suck my big cock. Get it all the way down your throat."Gabriella paused the tape and called out, "C'mon down, SISSY-POO!"When Timmy appeared, Bill's heart leaped. Timmy was dressed like a little girl. Gabriella had braided his long blond hair into two pigtails, each with a pink bow on the end. He was wearing a bright yellow jumper with a pattern of red hearts all over it. It clung tightly to the boy's body. The shape of it against. I grab the nearest glass of champagne and start talking to my guest. Interesting group of people you’ll ever meet. But they were such simple minded people. I couldn’t deal with half of them. After a few more boring people, a couple of fake laughs, and a very halfhearted toast, I found myself sitting at the bar drinking a few shots of vodka. The problem was it was only 9:30 and I wasn’t even drunk. Then I heard a voice behind me. “So an alcoholic I see.” Female, very sweet sounding but with a.