Not even a thank you did I get ☹️ =======================A week later, I hear the doorbell. It’s the courier guy. What the hay!!!I open the door...and he comes in. “Yes? I ask.“I am sorry to bother you but I have a problem. I felt so guilty about what we did last week. I couldn’t get it off my mind. My wife noticed something was bothering me and she pestered me and nagged me so much, I blurted it out.”“WHAT?” I shouted.“I know it was to be our secret but I was so overwhelmed with guilt that I had. It seemed thatthe transformation, this time, was permanent.The prince stood up, took her int his arms and kissed her in front ofeverybody. Chiara put the second shoe on, completing the figure shehad during the ball. She wouldn't use those shoes, though, at least inthat occasion. The prince took her in his lap and brought her out ofthat home. When she was leaving she quickly looked at the littlecrossdresser's stepmother and stepbrothers and saw they were thinking,probably meditating about all. Interesting. Is this what you do in here? Sometimes...when it's quiet.She was standing next to me when I put my arm around her waist and pulled her close. Nothing was said. I knew she was hot. She turned to me and we kissed, deep and wet. My swollen dick pressed against her belly. She reached down and squeezed it through my slacks.I raised her skirt, slipped my hands down under her panties and squeezed that great ass with both hands. I pushed her panties down and she stepped out of them.I ran. “Where do I find stuff for breakfast?”“Same place you would find them at your apartment?”“The fast food joint down the street?”“Really? Is it that bad?”“I guess it is.”Kendi dropped her head, as if praying, and took a moment.“Everything you might want to eat is in this kitchen.”Was that a euphemism? What was in the kitchen that I would love to eat?I went to the refrigerator and took out the orange juice and butter. The breadbox on the countertop next to the stove was the next logical location..