She didn’t see why she would; no formal events were coming up that she was aware of. It was warm enough for her to wear the red dress that Mike had ...ought her when they first started going out in October. How long ago that seemed, and yet it was only slightly more than half a year. She knew that the dress was not really appropriate for Mike’s mood, but they did have to move on. Besides, it was getting hot and Ruthie was eager to enjoy the fresh air on her skin.It was still early enough to drive. "But not better than you," he said. I was still the only person he dressed in drag for. With Alan it was sexual with Jake playing the submissive, which usually preferred, but did on occassion liked to "get my dick dirty". Whenever Jake described these encounters I found myself becoming very aroused and discreetly removed my cock and stroked it as he continued the story. As the story progressed I opened his pants and removed his cock and started sucking on it, tasting the preexisting precum. "Here. I promised you a bonus, right?"He took it, but frowned. "Not what I had in mind."I chuckled. "You'll get that too. Use that to go buy a video game or something."An idea seemed to strike him. "Yeah, ok. I can think of a couple toys we could use around the house."I shook my head and turned back to West and Paul. "He's actually my tech geek. Boy's an amazing programmer." He's one of them?" West asked. It was a bit early for wine, so he and I were sipping scotch."My boy toys? Yeah." I. I lied to you about my boyfriend who is Marit's father. He is my husband, not my brother, and he wasn't killed in the war. He was never in the army. He wasn't even a Nazi, neither was I. Sure, we were brought up in the Nazi youth movement but never really like it. I was only interested in boys when I was growing up, and they liked me. "Anyway, when the war ended, we had nothing. This house was my parents' place before it was bombed. They were killed in the air strike. The bomb was just a.