”My mind reeled, she looked round at me as she rested with her elbows on the wide window cill and her buttocks pleasantly deported and displayed, �...So shall you mount me?” she asked.“Why yes, but pray give me a moment to recover,” I replied.She wriggled her buttocks delightfully, “Oh well if you cannot oblige I shall seek an Ostler or gardener or some such to serve me.”“No, I will serve you, have no fear,” I asserted as I approached her, my member rigid in my hand once again.Her quim was still. Its yours! And I must say Kate you lookabsolutely gorgeous in it!" One more little detail," she added.At this she picked up her favourite red lipstick. She then made me poutmy lips as she proceeded to apply several layers of the glossy stick,not stopping until she was satisfied that my mouth was perfectlygirlified. Then she went over to her dresser and took out a shortbobbed blonde wig. She carefully put this on me and brushed the hairuntil she was happy that I looked like a very sexy real. "We will be one." He tried to turn his head and look up at her. She smiled and kissed herfingertip, and then with infinite care touched his nose and lips with along red fingernail. He closed his eyes as the sensation overwhelmedhim. It started around his lips. A feeling of ecstasy that spread like tinyfingers across his face and scalp, making him gasp with delight. Hisbones and skin seemed to be shifting and reshaping as the energy surgedthrough him. It moved on, down his neck and chest,. The possibility of an ongoing connection with him intrigued her. In fact, inviting her in to help with something that any number of other foundation volunteers or staff could have helped with seemed a bit suspicious. He was, after all, a single (well, separated), handsome, middle-aged male. Perhaps this was a roundabout, passive-aggressive way of getting her alone? Lunch came and went faster than Michelle realized, though her excitement likely had something to do with it. After some.