That first time he'd been helping Grace on her "baking day" when he'dgot some flour over his jeans. Grace went from sweet to crazy in a flashscreaming...at him for his "carelessness," his "ingratitude," his "lack ofrespect." The tirade caught him off balance, and he instinctivelyapologised."Put an apron on you stupid child!" screamed Grace grabbing off the hookone of the really frilly lacy aprons he'd seen hanging around the place.Even Grace didn't wear anything as silly as that, her apron,. But I'd alwaysbeen dressed as a woman, which somehow didn't seem gay to me. Sittingthere in Morton's, in a beautiful dress, on a date with a handsome man,in my mind I was really a woman, and I'd convinced myself that sex with aman was a natural act.At another point, we talked about the fix I was in. Ron had learned abit more about the police investigation. It seemed that the tgirl Greggkilled at the Sheraton - and me - weren't his only victims: over thepast six months, he'd left a trail of. It was our first morning as lovers in more than just the emotional sense. We eventually threw on sleepwear and made it to the kitchen. Rose brewed a pot of coffee and prepared breakfast. I poured both large mugs as she set a stack of French toast, real maple syrup and warm plates in front of us. We modified our coffee ritual. There were no lids to remove and we had to add cream and sugar at the table, but we both sniffed, sipped, savored and smiled together. Her eyes danced merrily as we faced. Outside she was even more friendly than before having become rather relaxed after all the drink. Suddenly she kissed me upon the lips and before long we were locked in an embrace. Feeling rather bold I began running my hands over her body before slipping my hand up her skirt where to my surprise I discovered that she was not wearing any knickers on her peachy smooth arse cheeks.She raised my hand to her breasts and said “Feel no bra either!!”. I didn't need asking twice and begun circling my.