I look in the mirror. My face is feminine, my upper body is feminine but hard to size because of the sweatshirt and no tits. I have no hips, but you c...n tell I have a pussy. The pants are tight around the legs and you can tell that my thighs are shapely.The clock says - 8:42AM - Despite the ever constant roar in my kunt, I am ready to go get help. "What's this" I ask myself as I pass by my dresser. "Put it down, and don't go there!" I scream at myself. What is in my hand is my men's magazine. He did as he was told, revolving slowly as she inspected his uniform. He was dressed in his afternoon uniform as usual; in a full maids uniform of black heavily boned corset fitted with six suspenders, black seamed stockings, high heeled black court shoes, frilly, skimpy, pink nylon briefs, a white multi-layered net petticoat trimmed with pink lace which made the very full skirted black satin mini dress with a white lace collar & cuffs stand out virtually horizontally from his hips. Over his. Mom usually gets home around 5p.m. and it was now 6 and I was begining to worry. I was watching the news when the door flew open and mom crashed through the door. She was covered in snow as she shivered and shook closing the door behind her. She was dressed in a long winter jacket but only a dress ,nylons and high heeled boots that came up to just below her knees underneath.I told her that I didn't hear her pull in. I didn't she replied I went off the road about a mile from here so I walked. “Tom fined her for this comment by offering two hundred pounds. This was accepted, and Saturday morning at eight they would come to collect. It was twenty to eight when they arrived back at Carol’s house. Carol said, “I must tell you this. Five years ago there was the Christmas staff night out. I was drunk. Carswell got a taxi and brought me back to the office. We kissed and fumbled about. To cut a long story short. I gave him a blow job. On the first day after the Christmas break, I went to.