’‘I’ve had a thought. Would you pretend to be Grandad?’I suddenly lose interest in the fireworks. ‘Wow, great idea.’You pull away from me ...nd start to dance up and down with excitement. ‘Cool. Can I wear my school uniform? He never took his eyes of me when I was in uniform. I think it was his favourite.’ You giggle. ‘And you must change into your pjs.’‘OK, but why? Grandad always wore a suit.’‘Not always.’ You blush. ‘I wasn’t being completely honest with you. Once, something happened that. "No. Don't sit," she said. "That's it." Tom stood before her. They bothnoticed his erection poking out stiffly. Jen giggled."Oh Tom," she said with a smile. "What am I going to do with this littlefellow?" As she spoke she lightly batted at his penis through the gown.Then she moved her hand under the nightgown. She heard Tom gulp as herhand found little Tommy."One thing you're going to like about wearing a nightgown..." Jen began,smiling widely. "It's very easy for me to find this little guy.". As might mine...Could I go through with this? There was still time. No audience had arrived as yet.Between the bed and the dressing table was a low dais which, it was explained to us, would revolve if we mounted it. As the manager put it, in coarsest Yorkshire: "If you want to have a nude stand-up snog, stand on 't turntable...so we can all see everythin', like."We were given our costumes in the dressing room. I was a businessman in immaculate midnight blue silk suit, but instructed: "No. Fir taraun utha aur apna land mere mum kea age kar ke bola tum bhe ise chuuso mene use mana kiaMe: nai main nai chushuge ye ganda hota hai , so wired yaar no.Tarun: mene bhe to tumhare chut ko chata naMe: vo tumhare marzi the mene nai bola thaTarun: thik hai fir main age se tum se baat bhe nai karuga aur tumhe kabhe choduga bhe nai.(mene socha aje main is se apne chut marwa he lete hu muze acha eperence milega soch kar mene kha )Me: thik hai main chusuge magar ak shrt par tum muze pyaar se.