He dressed up and put on a pair of purple tights that were very noticeable to the eye. He wanted to make sure that on a quick look anyone passing wou...d think he was a woman. He would drive to a side road all dressed. He would then put a set of spare keys near a road sign and then would drive back about a mile where he parked the car. Then all dressed; he would on purpose lock the keys in the car and lock himself out. There he would stand in the middle of the road all dressed up. Either he. She slipped his cock from his pants and took him into her mouth. He moaned deep in his throat and plunged his hands into her hair. ‘Praise the gods that brought you to me.’ He moaned again, more guttural than before. She looked up at him with a soft and sly smile, his cock still in her mouth, still keeping a slow slide in and out of her mouth. She slid her hand up to rub the little spot right behind his balls. ‘Not too much of that. I don’t want to finish like that.’ He dropped to his knees in. "Like, whocares about this stuff!" he whined to himself. In boredom, he looked athis fingers. "OMG, look at this!" His nails were cracked and chewed down."This just WON'T do," he said aloud. He then picked up an emory board andstarted trimming his nails. "I can't believe I've let these go so."He had to leave. He walked over to Amy on his way out and said, "Shh, I'mskipping. Tell people I'm at the library, ok?" Amy nodded. 'A little strange,' she thought, 'but whatever.'"Wanna come with?" he. “I shouldn’t have done that…alright…I hope I didn’t embarrass you, but that doesn’t give you the right to come snooping on me, okay,” she attempted to move the feel of the situation back into something akin to aunt and nephew. “Get you towel and get on out of here…and if you don’t tell anybody about what I did, I won’t tell your Uncle Paul about catching you in here, okay?” For a moment, she thought he was going to get up and go, but then, to her dismay, the hand that he moved didn’t reach.