And I told her how I remembered the time we went to breakfast, which wasthe first time I picked to wear girl stuff for no reason, and Wendy hadsaid, "...ven though Sky's a boy, she could still wear a dress." And Istill remember that real well. And maybe it was because of "boy" and"she" being right there, but I noticed it big, big time. And she saidthat maybe I'd right away been happy to have the chance is all, but thatit's not her field, it is Dr. Ross's. But I know Dr. Ross would never saythings. The normal taste of her mixed with a manly aroma. Hurry up and I'll let you clean me up she said, then she stood and walked toward the house. OK here I am, wanting to sell this car, and wanting to go eat her messy pussy all at the same time. He kept asking the same questions over and over. I was getting the feeling he didn't have the money to buy the car. So when I was sure he was just a tire kicker, I floored him. I said look we have been out here for almost three hours, you know everthing. Why should I take it all lying down, I thought.And like an angry Indian goddess I devised a plan.I wore the stolen bra under the most transparent white shirt one can find, pulled on a pair of denim shorts and waited for him to get home from his golf game.The bell rang, I opened the front door and let him see me in my angry vengeance outfit. I could see the shock in his eyes. But I guess in my getting back drama I had piqued his libido instead.He was not overtly sexual while having dinner. But. Reaching around and scratching mt right ass cheek a bit, I felt my hairy ass—thankfull that's still there as well. I have no idea what has happened, or whay I can't seem to remember much—but it does appear that Im a fucking prince ! Holy fuck. The rapping at the door returns, and I walk over to open it. It's Charles, with young Riley. “Come on in Riley” I uttered in a low scratchy voice. He stood there, as if awaiting further command—young, about 15, slim, dirty, unkept. Charles continues with.