Susan!Susan is... ?... ?Interesting.For the life of me I don't know what's interesting about a middle-class white woman in suburban America.It's not g...ilt. I just worked that out. I think it's shame; and that burns so much hotter than guilt. If it was just the incident at the kindergarten barbecue, then maybe it would be guilt. Maybe I could deal with that more easily. Heck, maybe I would have forgotten about it by now. Forgotten about her by now.It was the dream; that's what feels shameful .... “No, no, no, like this.” He wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed a little. “There, that’s a good girl.”OMG! I kinda melted when he said “good girl”. OMG. I think I even thanked him? Really?“So, um what do I do next?” I asked, looking up at him.“Just open that pretty little mouth and put the head of my cock inside. But first, kneel down here in front of me. It’s a better position.” I did what he said and popped the head of his dick into my mouth. It was weird, but I liked it. Then I felt. I was wearing very sexy black lace frillies, panties, bra,garterbelt and stockings, and I heard her breath catch as sheadmired my body. The moment of truth had arrived, and I helpedher off with her dress. She was wearing a similar outfit, inred, which I have always found sexy, and I began to caress herbreasts. I expected padding of some kind, but when I slipped afinger inside her bra, I found a real, genuine woman's breast,complete with an erect nipple! "I've taken hormones," shewhispered in my. All that meant that even though I wasn’t rich, I had enough money to get Em a nice birthday present. I’d shopped for it Sunday afternoon and was pretty pleased with the necklace I found. It was pretty cool. Just a gold chain but it was meant to clasp in front. The closure was two hands held together. On the simple card I gave her, I wrote, ‘Happy birthday, Em. I won’t let go either. J’. When she opened it and looked at the necklace, I was afraid that the kiss she gave me was going to incite a.