They're not exactly as tightas the jeans I have at home but they still have a noticeably femininecut, and yet still I feel uneasy. Whether it's becaus... I fear being'found out' at any moment or whether it's because they make me feel allfrumpy and unsexy- especially with my lack of make-up and flat shoes- Ican't say. Still, I am a professional, and I make the clothes look goodno matter what they are.Fortunately when it comes time to model the various different blazers,blouses, ties and coats, I'm. But they needed something firm that they could hold onto and use to bring in the Fed boys running to their assistance.Somehow, for Vanessa's sake, I had to find something tangible and real.Late Friday evening I turned the truck around and drove back into Gilbreath County. I intended to go to Frankie's to quietly have a few beers while my brain tried to think of a clever plan. Instead I soon found myself driving past the ice house and travelling down that gloomy rural country road that lead to. She dropped down to her elbows as my two fingers wandered around her snatch. Reaching around with my other hand, I cupped her mound again and spread out her pussy lips for my explorations. With four busy fingers working on her, she was panting lightly and creaming heavily. Finally I slid two fingers up into her welcoming slit. I wondered again how it could be so tight and still be able to fit my cock in. My right hand was longing for a tiny tit, and it moved up to grab one. Her cunt made a. I sat there staring at her the entire breakfast. She then noticed me staring and said, "I guess you like what you see huh John?" I quickly answered, "Sorry aunt Michelle I couldn't help it, your so beautiful though." She didn't act surprised at all. She answered me saying, "I don't know why people are embarrassed to be naked, its fun and feels great. You should try sometime John." I could not believe what I just heard, but somehow she had convinced me to take off my robe and boxers. I was.