She was known by the more juvenile in the house as Lezzy-Almost-Manning, LAM for short. As far as I was concerned she was a good looking woman, decide...ly androgynous and as clever as you like. She was wearing a man’s suit and looked fucking gorgeous. She was also one of the few openly gay women in the business. She was living with a noted human rights lawyer called Delphine Saunders. “How’s it going, Sam?” I looked up at her and smiled, “When I wake up I’ll let you know. I don’t seem to have. I didn't think I could get any bigger, but I did. She moved my cock to her wet, hairy slit and began to slide it up and down.My precum lubricated her even more and I could feel the juices running down our legs.Mom moaned in my ear: "Lets get comfortable on the couch."Taking firmer hold of my cock she led to over to the couch. I couldn't believe how things had changed so quickly.She sat and then lay back, opening her legs wide so that I had full view of her hairy snatch.Holding her arms out. Looking back on that period in my life, before, uh, THAT day,’ she shuddered for a second before continuing, ‘I was a bitch, especially to you, and I hated myself. What you did to me that day, I mean, what WE did that day, well, there’s no other way to put it–you rocked my world. I mean, of course sexually. You know that, right? That was the best I had ever had, but like a factor of a thousand,’ she giggled. ‘But I was, uh, rocked, in like other ways too. Wimpy Alan Marshall (sorry), so. I could feel my heart begin to race as he still had his hands on me. The silence was finally broken when he looked into my eyes and asked ‘Are you o.k.?’ I did not know what to say, so I just smiled. He smiled too, and said ‘you have a great smile, my name is…’, and right than he was called away. I never did hear his name. As he was walking away he looked back at me and gave me a sweet, shy smile, and I melted a little more, and felt a little more, wet. I could not get him out of my mind. As I.