Fuck me. Like I did on that special day. But it never happened. Or at least, not until that point in time.So there was one tradition in my family. Twi...e a year we gathered at my grandparents farm. A day on the road away from the house mum and I currently lived in. There all got together: Aunties, uncles, cousins and so on. A big meeting. A loot too talk. What happened in their lives. Who had died, and so on. Mum and I had to get there. We both knew the date. We both already said yes. But since. " even at the time I wanted to scream 'bullshit' whip it out and show me, and if it's eight inches or longer I'll even suck it off in front of my friend but you see I never had the balls, I was always to chicken until I met Glen.I was 36, Glen 48-49 and he lived in the apartment above me and my wife. He was always making comments about jerking off, needing someone to blow him and asking to borrow my wife. Until the day my wife visted her k**s and me and Glen drank beer and watched football on. He told me that he would really like me to dress up as his secretary, short black skirt tight white low cut shirt, knee high boots, glasses that sort of thing. Doing this will be the perfect present and much better than an old plastic rose. I go about collecting the exact items I need for my outfit. The see through white shirt, the very short tight black skirt, the fish net stockings, black leather knee high boots, the perfect black mesh see through bra and thong and of course the cute little. She could feel the distendedprotuberance through his tight pants and her dress. He kissed her deeply,passionately, working his hands over the smooth skin of her back. Hernipples hardened and her penis, which she had gaffed tightly so she couldwear the sheath, was uncomfortably swollen.He broke the kiss and took her hand, leading her back inside and down thecorridor.Alfie opened the door to one of the many bedrooms; he had obviously been inthe house before and knew his way around. Gillian.