'"Good morning, Mr Powell. Well, I guess it's afternoon, there, isn'tit?"Kelly just grunted, "Uh-huh," in reply.The Arch Bishop seemed to sense that K...lly wasn't exactly keen to chat,so he changed his approach."Alright, Kelly, if I may call you Kelly?" No reply came, so hecontinued, "I'm here with Mr Menard and I think we need to work out afew things, right now. As I understand it, you were not public aboutyour transvestism until this weekend, correct."Irritated, Kelly sat up and took a breath.. This made me laugh and i said,"That gives us plenty of options then" before laughing again.Rita was wearing a Triumph t-shirt with a pair of jeans that showed her tight butt off perfectly.She also sported black knee length boots.This turned me on immensely but i thought i better take things slowly.She had other ideas though as she grabbed me and said,"Lets get you to bed then young man".I couldn't believe it but i wasn't going to argue.She pushed me onto the bed and unzipped my jeans,releasing. The tank tops hugged her breasts, making them look larger than earlier. She smiles going for some underwear too. She buys red, black, blue, gold, and white laced thongs with matching bras. She giggles, running the counter, putting everything on it. She takes out his card and slides it, charging it all. She takes all of the bags back to his truck, and then walks to the Bath and Body Works. She walks in, looking around, grabbing bubble bath soap, body creams, perfumes, loofas, and more. She. "Come to bed?"Torn between a threatening scowl and a broad grin, Shaun tossed his t-shirt at me. "Cover those damn things up," he laughed, motioning at my breasts. "They distract the hell out of me." Stupid Super Bowl," I joked, pulling his extra-large t-shirt over my head; it went down to my knees and smelled wonderfully of Shaun. "Why can't you like hockey like every other good Canadian boy?" I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Shaun yelled from the bathroom. "No woman of mine is going.