She stifled a laugh as she realised just how big he was. Her fingers caught the waistline of his trunks and pulled, allowing the thick, throbbing head...of his cock to burst through. It shone, the skin peeled back, gathered below the deep red bulb. Instinctively, as though wishing to make friends with it immediately, she flicked the top with her tongue, delighted as it sprang away, bobbing back slowly as it settled for more attention.He became more courageous, kissing around her navel quickly. I sigh in pleasure as the pulsing water opens me, explores me. I cry out when it finds my clit, and assaults it, caresses it, licks it, loves it. I have flashbacks, of someone special doing this to me in the past, when she started... teaching me about pleasure, and cummies, and secrets.As I pleasure myself I remember his body above me, my arms around his torso, accepting him between my legs, thrusting into me. I remember feeling so special, so safe, so loved... I remember crying out when he. She leaned forward a bit as she asked, "Tell me why you walked away fromour future?" I'm sorry, Beckie. Because of the way I was dressed, I was afraid howyou and the kids would react. I didn't want to embarrass you and thechildren by having the world know your husband and their father dressesup as a woman.."Beckie gave a slight giggle, "Just who were you afraid would beembarrassed, us or you? And just how embarrassed do you think I'll betaking that money to the bank, to pay off the mortgage and. I discovered myself clutching Paula's bear instead of her. I softly chuckled as I shifted to sit up. My feet touched her top where she'd tossed it so adorably to show me. So I could see. So I could touch. So I could taste. And now so I could smell. Her Tommy Girl. I set her top next to her bear.She'd been excited and warm and so very wet. And she'd kissed, and purred and sighed and then we each found our rapture, together.The fast clicking of key strokes penetrated the stilled darkness.Paula.