‘No, I could never ask him out.’ ‘Why not? Is he married or something?’ ‘No, his wife passed away before he came here. I think he mentione... she had cancer.’ She popped the bread in the toaster. ‘So, sad,’ she whispered. But I could tell by the change in her voice that she wasn’t talking about her love interest. I could tell by the way she stared at the chrome toaster that she was thinking about dad. ‘I’m sorry, Mom,’ I whispered, lowering my mug. ‘What are you sorry about?’ She pushed the. Gemma gave me a hand to roll the carpet and underlay back over the exposed floor and it was a case of job done."Thanks John. God knows when he would have sorted this out," she sighed. "There are times I could strangle that man and his big ideas. He's cost us a fortune getting tradesmen in to repair the damage his little schemes have done and most of our male friends refuse to help out any more." Just glad I could help," I said."Nice to watch a man who's good with his hands and his equipment,". Yeah, okay. What the fuck were you doing there last night?”“Well, it’s a party.”“No, I mean how the hell did you know anything about that party? I thought maybe Robby brought you, but everyone was telling me that I brought you,” his voice was getting more frantic and urgent, and I didn’t like his tone.“Maybe I should ask you what you were doing there, Bry.”“Just fuckin’, don’t play around Bailey, this is fucking serious. How the fuck did you know about the party? Who told you?” He was getting. Now for once i can dress and preen myself before a mirror and not see ME looking back.Narcissus personified my arousal is heightened at the reflection. This for me is (and always has been) what dressing is all about. Not wanting to actually be a woman but the incredible sexual thrill that being dressed as a woman brings to me.Lust fuelled and in a sexual frenzy my hands caress my silk robe from my breasts down to my throbbing clitty that by now is dancing and straining with the incredible.