My hair is a wig, a very real lookingone, but a wig. My breasts are pads inside a bra, and my body has beenpadded expertly inside these clothes that I...wear to make me appearfemale. And I dread what my *mother* will want done to my body in thelong term. I wonder what my friends would think if they knew thateverything I say and every move I make is all an act? That I hatetalking about boys and other girly stuff with them and that I long towipe the lipstick from my lips, shed my girl disguise and. Nope. If she is yours, that makes her mine too. He growled as he started working two dry fingers in and out of her ass roughly, while grinding his hardening cock against her pussy. The feeling of him against her caused an instinctual reaction to wrap one of her legs around his waist. Which was a mistake because when he saw her perfect pink hairless gash he lost his mind, nearly ripping his own pants of and violently forcing his thick meat into her tight cunt. The feeling of his throbbing cock. “Yes, very smooth and quite succulent” I responded, finding Kim’s foot again reaching for my now pre-cum wet crotch. “Thank you, Phung; time you had a break while we eat the main course” I smiled at Phung, giving her the chance for a five minute breather.I gently removed Kim’s foot, massaging it for a few moments, and then pushed it downwards, towards the ground, or at least to rest on the rung of the table below, where my own feet lay. “Kim” I spoke quietly, “we have to calm down; this is a. Today she decided would be the day to venture into town, she had some errands to run and may even stay for a drink in town. She jumped in the shower and soaked her body with the warm water, after scrubbing from head to toe she wrapped her towel tightly round her body. Daisy decided to wear her distressed denim jeans with a black t shirt that clung to her breasts. She tied her hair up, put her boots on and was out the door. On her way into town she bumped into Mrs Taylor who seemed out of sorts..