Sure, there were some things that would give me away. My Adam?s apple,the faint stubble around my chin, but overall, I thought it was agreat facsimile... With practice I could probably make it even better. Achoker or a few necklaces could disguise my throat. I could haveshaved closer and added more foundation, but I had been too excited toopen the boxes that I had not taken time for that. Not that itmattered. I wasn?t going out dressed as I was.Yet.I walked around the house, enjoying the way my. She wore a light coat and had managed to find the right skirt. She still did not like going braless, so compromised with a very lovely balcony bra which just supported her tits, leaving her nipples exposed.Seated in the back seat next to Dennis, her coat still on, Muriel was motionless not knowing what to do next. Dennis said "imagine that you are feeling randy and are fed up with rubbing your pussy with your own fingers". Here is a bloke, minding his own business and you want to get him. His teeth graze my neck as he slides down, tickling my collarbone with his breath. My tits heave toward his mouth, and he nearly giggles at my reaction to his torture. His tongue flicks hotly over my swollen nipples and he tugs on the chain once again. My pussy is throbbing now. There is an ache deep inside me, a need longing to be filled. I spread my legs even wider for him, hoping he will take the hint. Still pulling gently on my chain, Hunter moves his mouth further down my now trembling. Sure, he gave my mother the back of his hand, when he felt she was getting out of line. But he kept things ORDERLY. He was so fucking strict with my sister and me and we got corporeal punishment nearly weekly. But my mother and we MINDED OUR MANNERS at home. Now that you force me to respond honestly, I think my father was just acting like a man should. If a man doesn’t smack a woman, once in a while, he doesn’t love her. That’s what mom used to say.??But you always said she was a.