My legs are crossed and well exposedand my cleavage is barely covered. He'll stir in his seat as I stare him down with my tilted head of approval.I'll...give him a smile and tickle my robe allowing a nipple to slip. I'll stand and pause, then lock the door,...and make my way down the hall. He'll follow close and silently so, yet his heavy breathing will be heard.I'll sway my hips and reach back for his hand, and walk him into his room. I'll close the door while he staresat the floor where my robe. "He pounded me a couple more times - each time pushing his dick as deep as possible into my ass, pumping his load more firmly into me.He stopped with his dick in my ass and leaned down on me. His arms around my chest, pulling himself into my back and me into his chest, with his dick firmly and deeply in my ass. I could feel his heart pounding and his breathing rapid and then slowing. I'm sure he could feel the same with me.After a minute or so he breathed hard and then released his arms from. He stopped, an unexpected image in his mind. A painted circle attached to the large gear which moved the log into the saw at the mill. With each click forward, the markings on the circle advanced against some pointer. Calibrate the markings, and you had ... a clock! One which never slowed, or was inaccurate! Well, unless the flow or speed of the water changed. If you made it independent of the stream itself, fed it with some large reservoir...Why hadn't someone ever thought of this? Maybe they. "I told you what would happen, didn'tI? You sick little sissy! Sneaking in here to try on my lingerie and mydresses!" What if he tells his mother? We'll get in trouble!" Linda cautioned,but Madge had everything under control. "His 'foster' mother is gone forthe rest of the week. We've got little Timmy here to ourselves allweekend! And, I doubt if he will ever tell anyone what we're up to." Shethen looked back at me. "You like playing dress-up in my clothes Timmy?Well sissy boy, that's just what.