“What was that supposed to mean?” he asked. I shrugged, “I don’t know.” I couldn’t help smiling. “Dude, what the hell happened after the...champagne?” he demanded. I smiled, remembering Riley with the moonlight reflecting off her smooth skin. “We spread a blanket on the sand and talked, and made out a little,” I said. Brady started laughing, “Made out a little! Man, you spent what? Like a hundred bucks to take her to that place? I took Camille Davis to McDonald’s and she blew me in the parking. When our orgasms subsided, we let the water wash down all that new cum from our bodies.Until I got dressed for work, Mali prepared the breakfast. I was stunned when I entered the kitchen: she was dressed only in a small pair of panties, that didn't help at all hiding away her long penis. In fact, it emphasized it. Her hair was still damp, and she was moving through the kitchen, with the grace of a cat. She was simply mesmerizing.Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, and I realized I said out. She had to ware a short black waitress skirt and white blouse they provided for her. She took to wearing stockings instead of her usual tights saying they were cooler! . She was disappearing soon after I got home from work first of all it was three evenings a week then four. I was bored then in the evenings once I got the c***dren to bed, I liked to play guitar and read but most nights I would either look at some porn books and have a good wank, but better than this I could go into the bathroom. She hugged me again and I could feel herbreasts against my body. She got up and closed the door to my room andcame back and sat on my bed close to me. Putting her arms around me shetold me that if I wanted to I could dress as a girl at home the whole timeand wear panties to school. I started to cry, not from shame or fear butfrom happiness. In between sobs I asked her how could I ever repay her andwith a strange smile she told me that she would think of something... Igot out of bed and.