" he makes a vague gesture towards mychest. "That has to be uncomfortable and it is most certainly bad foryour... uh..." he trails off, unable to say ...he word."Breasts," supplies Morgen. "Honestly, Dad. They're just breasts.There's no need to be a prude about them." Yes, well," Mr. Feyla huffs. "I was brought up to not talk about suchthings in polite company. Regardless. I think Kelly understands mymeaning. Right Kelly?"I look at Mr. Feyla. It's endearing in a way, how concerned he is for. Why did he have to look at me like that? With those eyes. Those soft, brown… terrible eyes. I was much happier when I knew that I annoyed him, or thought I did. This - this was something new. I didn’t come to New York to find a replacement for Nick. And I wasn’t about to have a fling, despite Julie’s urging. I don’t know what I was thinking when I wandered into that disgraceful excuse of an office. The squeal of brakes and the blast of a horn echoed off the cement walls as I steered Julie’s. I slid down my pants to reveal my stocking covered legs and gartered boxers I had order online. "Mmmm. You know what I like." he remarked, as he stroked my leg. "I have heels as well, and I can even put the rest of my things on just so no one suspects I'm a male." I said."That won't be necessary now. We can get to that later. Now, I just want to look at you and touch you." he said as he reached over and cupped my minuscule penis. I let out a soft moan. It always feels good when a man touches my. Not even a strand of hair was visible. This lady really maintained herself well, I thought to myself. Enchanted by her pretty camel toe I plunged right at it and began licking and sucking all over it, and digging my tongue deep between the lips. She reacted instantly with louder moans, deep sighs and shrieks. “aaahhh …. eeee ….. Sssss…” her voice filled the hall. She began yanking at my hair all the more and locked my head with her legs. Her juice was oozing out uncontrollably. This went on for.