It began innocently enough, just pantyhose and some low heels, makeup and a wig. I would wear shorts and a T shirt with this ensemble, and that was as...far as I was willing to go. Well, what can I say, I liked wearing the hose. I liked the way they made my legs look, and they felt GREAT.I started wearing higher heels, and more makeup. I started getting a complete body wax, and before long I was in a dress with 6" heels, full makeup, false eye lashes, pierced ears, and fake nails. The more I did. ’ I couldn’t believe that this was the same Oliver I had fallen in love with freshman year. The man next to me made me sick. I mean, I physically wanted to vomit. Or…maybe that had more to do with the fetus inside me. ‘Are you joking?’ I asked hopefully. ‘What? You’re not saying you want to keep it?!’ ‘Well I sure as hell don’t want to ‘kill it’! This is my-OUR kid we’re talking about here!’ ‘I can’t be a teen father!’ He yelled, standing up. ‘Well that’s not your decision!’ I screamed back. I. "Thanks, sweetheart—tomorrow then!" Now get to bed and have a good night's rest. Good night my darling!" and after a few more passionate kisses, I left her and rejoined my taxi.Next morning, after ordering a lunch cunningly calculated to excite and stimulate Alice's lascivious instincts, I made the usual tour of inspection 'round my flat, and from sheer force of habit, I began to test the mechanism concealed in the Snuggery furniture, then suddenly remembered that its assistance was now no. Betty Lou unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it to the side allowing her braless tits out into the open air. She took my right hand and guided it around her shoulders to her firm young mound. She managed to get my rapidly hardening cock and balls out of my pants and planted a kiss on the tip of it while licking the first drop of pre cum from my slit. She stroked my now fully hard 6-1/2 inch cock with her hand and let the head slip between her lips. She circled my cockhead with her tongue and.