Up the stairs in the pouring rain she went carrying her things, trying her best to not get soaked. She fumbled with her keys and opened the door. “...i honey, I’m home,” she said, exhausted. He walked up and helped her remove the bags from her hands and set them where she always did when she came home. The air was filled with the wonderful scent of hot beef stew, fresh baked bread, and scented candles making her stomach growl. She loved his cooking and looked forward a nice meal after her shot.. Then he began to fuck me on the office table. It was all standard stuff." So what changed?" Nothing at first; it was just one fuck-filled threesome: We all got naked and Greg sucked my tits, then Fifi sucked my tits, then one sucked a tit each. We were going through the paces as normal: boy-girl sixty-nine, girl-girl sixty-nine, Greg fucking me as I licked Fifi's pussy, me sucking Greg's cock as Fifi licked my pussy. I'd completely forgotten about the odd atmosphere I had felt before." And. It showed too badly through the stockings so off came my all my body hair. Over the next few days in the evening she would have me dress and play with her makeup. Each time I would get a raging hard on to the point that she realized dressing really turned me on. During these times we always ended up having great sex. She told me I was nothing but a sissy bitch and I seemed to like it far too much.That is when I told her about my c***dhood. How my mother would dress me up like a little girl. ”Honi stopped and swallowed, as her cheeks colored with embarrassment. “I once overheard Helen and Stephanie laughing and making derisive comments about some other woman who'd failed in her attempt with a dog. They'd politely waited until that woman had left, not saying those things to her face. But it was obvious that they, who were well versed in the art of canine sex, found it hilarious that any woman would botch it up so horribly. I didn't want that sort of humiliation if something went.