Each night." Her eyebrows raised as she continued. "Ever since I was a little girl, reading has been a hobby of mine. It's how I've ended each day for...as long as I can remember ... it's how I'll end each night here as well."Dominique squat down next to me and brushed her fingers across my face."I don't usually read on the pot though." She giggled at my widening eyes awkwardly and bopped my face with the back of her book. "How 'bout we break in my new reading chair?"Back at home, in the safety. I had a selection of everything to fit my age closer and…some really nice outfits and dresses for ‘very’ special occasions but, not a lot. Most of the time, in street clothes and with no makeup, I just looked like an average fag…if anyone noticed at all. This applied to how I dressed for work too and no one seemed to notice.To me a lot of the clothes seemed more comfortable anyway. I’d also bought a couple of ‘gaffs’, a must for slacks and shorts but a literal pain getting use to. Anyway; I. . while I let some spurt on my breasts. I smear it around and lick my fingers one by one. He pulls me up and hugs me close, as he turns the water on again in the shower. We let the water flow, savoring the feel of each other.We are out of the shower now, wrapped in towels. He dries himself. I take out the condensed milk tube and jam from my bag. He smiles, watching. Then gently pulls me close and with the towel off, starts patting me dry. I feel the heat of his body, freshly rubbed. Then he. I pulled her shirt up an licked all over her nipples. She moaned in excitement and begged for more. I took off her shirt and laid her back. Kissing her deep as she grinded me with her dripping wet pants. I sat up and slipped off her pants and asked her what she wanted... I knew, I just wanted to hear it. When she mumbled the word’s "lick my pussy" I almost came just from hearing it. I slid off the couch and dropped to my knees and with one long lick she grabbed my head and said "yes, yes, eat.