He makes sure my horrible bathroom stays working.”“Nice to meet you, Mike,” Lisa Weeks offered a hand. “I’m Lisa,” the bottle blonde, legg... woman shared. “This is my husband, Khloe’s father, Jerry.”Jerry, a graying athletic looking dude, gave Mike a handshake. “Thanks for taking care of our angel!”“I don’t do much, sir. Just my job,” Mike explained nervously.“Nonsense,” retorted Jerry. “Khloe’s happiness keeps me happy.”“Is that so,” laughed Mike.“Heck yeah, son,” the middle aged man stated.. My eyes returned to hers, and we stared at each other for a moment before the most subtlest of clues gave me an encouraging feeling. The twitch of her eyebrow, and the slightest tilt of her head to the side, and the resuming of the movement of her fingers in the juicy folds of her pussy gave hints of openness to exploration.I decided then and there to proceed.I was stepping out of the pool that my pants and shorts had made when I dropped them to the floor, and moving toward her before I knew. Usually, it's something that doesn't really look great on either form; what's too baggy for Tara is a bit too tight on Paul, just as a function of height and weight. So usually, I'll dress for one of the two bodies. This of course ignores stage costumes, which are an entirely different matter; they're usually sewn to accommodate the change.How do I feel about "SCABS"? It's a very dumb television show, and I expected more from Showtime. The CGI looks fake and the actor and actress playing the. I struggle for a moment before he stops and pushes my hands away, tearing at the expensive looking shirt and shrugging both that and his black jacket onto the cool marble floor.He crushes his lips back to mine, but undoes the buttons of my own blouse with nimble and skilled fingers. I wonder, momentarily, how often he’s done this before, but soon dismiss it from my mind as, suddenly his large, firm hand clasps around my left breast and I gasp against his mouth. He groans into my mouth and I.