'Wow!' he whispered. 'I don't think I've ever enjoyed fucking a woman more than I enjoy fucking you.'She lifted her head briefly and kissed him on the...lips. 'That's good, Dad. I want to be the best fuck you ever had. After all, we've a way to go yet — this is only our first baby.''You're going to want another one — with me — after this one's born?' he asked, his eyebrows arched in surprise.'Oh, yes!''But Della, you're young, you'll meet a young man eventually and want to give him babies.'She. They had no worry of me cycling off alone as I was struggling to keep up Mary's pace. Who did they think I was? I wasn't going to attempt anything heroic like Steve McQueen in the 'Great Escape' besides I felt more like Kate Beckinsale in 'Alice through the Looking Glass' or Judy Garland as Dorothy in the 'Wizard of Oz' travelling on the yellow brick road and I certainly didn't fancy cycling home alone dressed a I was. Why should I escape? Remarkably I felt safe with the girls and was sure they. ."People in this area have only ever seen you in a dress, apart from thebrief time it took you to get from the station to the apartment. So NEVERgo out in public dressed as a boy. That would almost certainly get peoplethinking. And gossiping. And you probably wouldn't feel comfortable ifthis happened. Nor would you feel so safe."As each day went by it felt more and more normal to be wearing dressesand stockings. Normal and natural. I don't mean that I didn't getsexually aroused any more. Oh no.. "We have five items of merchandise that need collecting." Harry knew that Reg would appreciate the oblique terminology."Would this be for onward shipment to your distribution centre?" Reg leant forward after looking from side to side. The more care he takes, thought Harry, the more furtive helooks. The boat was now in the middle of the river. No one had come in to the cabin. They passed under Waterloo Bridge."Yes. We'd want you to take care of packaging, of course and provide some sort of.