Trey felt it, too. He smiled to himself. There was no chance of any opportunity tonight, but he was damned well sure there was the desire... on both t...eir parts.Brook was trying to keep from closing her eyes as it happened. My God, why was she reacting so fast, so easily to his touch?She knew the answer as well as she knew why there were no panties under her short skirt. She had decided that, for that one last evening, she would allow the fantasy. That she would mentally allow Trey to take her,. This thing with Mutant John is different. It isn’t a relationship exactly, but when you’ve been in an extreme sexual situation followed by a life-and-death situation followed by a period in which the trans woman you were in that situation with turns out to be more loyal on the visiting front than many so-called friends then a definite bond develops.It helps that I tell John about the people who fuck me, which he loves to hear about. It also helps that John’s brother is a health-obsessed tax. After about half an hour my wife got off the sofa came across to me and took her knickers off my face she caressed my face with her hand and smiled at me "Good boy now go upstairs and put the white lace panties on I got you and we are going to my mum's to get you one of her bras her 34b ones will fit perfectly I think on your man boobs " I went red in the face "Please no please don't make me do this I don't want your mum knowing " I begged her. She looked at me then grabbed hold of my rigid. Jake was right, he was a fixer. I used that bookmark all year. Because of Jake I got tutors to help me until I could read as well as everybody else. If he hadn’t figured out what to do or given me an excuse that let my pride do it I probably would have dropped out before I finished high school and never had a career in news. I kept making the hole in the bookmark a little larger. By the end of the next year I didn’t need any more help. I started to cry. Crying was good, at least I was.