And find it,s way in my blouse. ‘ so shy’ she whispered.stroking my vagina softly. My breasts, I felt being squeezed. And pinched. A warm caress f...ll to my nipple as I was rubbed and pinched. “ close’ . She said.’ Lesson’ she said. As she squeezed and stroked my breast. Caressing me slowly.glaring at me.’ So shy, innocent she said’ “.’ private lesson today’. watching between my legs, stroking me softly and rubbing my vagina. Her hand slid to my nipple slowly squeezing caressing in darkness. ‘. ’ ‘What!’ Sheer terror shot through me. ‘Sure.’ Growing, growing, growing. Was that a song? No, not growing, rolling. Or bowling, I once heard a bowling-song using that melody with the message that peace on Earth could be found if we all bowled together like a big happy family. ‘Why?’ ‘To get my stuff from their garage.’ Magda said. She didn´t sound irritated , though I´m sure she had told me before. She didn´t smell irritated either, which was harder to fake. She was so perfect. I wish I could. . it... it grows to fiveinches when my cock is hard." She laughed out loud. ?Oh my God, myfeminized clitty is even longer." Now I hung my head in shamerealizing this maid wasn't a real woman but a feminized man andhis/her cock was still longer.The maid used this moment of embarrassment to quickly step close tome. With one gloved hand she cupped my cock and balls. Before I couldreact she tightened her grip. With the other hand she reached underher skirt and freed her cock from its confines.. I was at the beach with friends when my aunt called me. Her husband, my uncle, had passed away. I collapsed there and then, unable to speak or do anything. He was my favourite uncle, always happy, always kind, and always encouraging. In short, he was my role model. I just couldn't believe it.But I had to believe it, and I would believe it, because later that week I found myself at his funeral, crying my eyes out. Then a few days later, I was in the notary's office, with all of his close friends.