Having got his relief he said he was going home to clean up and invited me back for a coffee. I had nothing planned so went with him. He showed me the...kitchen and told me to get the kettle on while he cleaned up. He was back and we took our coffees into the lounge and had a chat. Jim was 60 and had been watching babes like this for several years and usually managing at least one successful wank a week if not more. I told him how cool he was and that I’d think about losing a pocket in a pair of. As i attempt to take my top off you come up behind me and offer your assistance. As you reach around to undo my top you slip your hands up and cup my breast. My nipples are so hard the hurt. You massage my breast so they don't hurt anymore but as the pain goes away I can feel myself getting all wet. I lean into you and moan softly. You run your hands down my body until you hook your fingers into the bottoms of my suit and pull them down. Once I am completely naked all you can do is stare. I. “I would, you know I would.” “Yes, I know.” I traced her lips, teasing long her jawline, down her throat, along her collar bone, than make, drifting downwards to circle her ripening pink peak. My mouth followed suit, kissing her delightful tip, sucking it between moist lips like a confectionary delight, the tip of my tongue a butterfly against her sensitive flesh. “Please.” She moaned, her eyes closing, her lips sensuous, framing an oval shaped mouth, the sound delightful to my ears. “Please. .....at 10 we left home me dressed in a red tight shorts and a pink vest and Mistress and partner ,thank God we took a taxi, and so few people saw me till we entered the shop.....as soon as we entered two sales assistants came to us and asked if they can help.,Mistress replied immedeatley this sissy here is being outed next Thursday at the parade.... I want you to find me the poofiest tutu that you have,tights ,ballerina shoes and a bonnet or flower for his stupid head...i turned red as a.