When it was the younger person's idea, their desire, it always seemed to work out well into a very loving long-term affair. Ours has so far, very much...so. I have never been so loved in my life."Those last words stayed in my mind, locked in permanently, coming back into my consciousness over and over as the following days went by after that.Then, one afternoon, Kyle came in my office right when I was backing up a hard drive."What's up, handsome?" I asked him cheerfully."I heard you last. I stepped in the skirt and wiggled my hips as I pulled it up and into place. It was pretty damn short and just barely covered my ass. I put the blouse on and buttoned it up and looked in the mirror. I turned side to side looking at myself and then did a spin and made the skirt flare out as I spun around. Wow! I thought, from the neck down I really did look like a girl. I looked around in the closet for some shoes. There were all sorts of high heels, pumps, sandals and other sexy. I was feeling like a slut, dressed in black lingerie, lying across a strange man's bed in the dark with his dick stiffening in my mouth.I could have kept going and made him cum in my mouth, but (as I had hoped) he wanted to fuck. He had condoms and lube at hand, so mine stayed in my jeans pocket. He got up to get ready, and I moved to the side of the bed, my ass right at the edge, laying on my back. The bed was tall enough to put his hips right at that level. He came back to me with a condom on. ” The coffee was finishing and I poured three cups and handed them out.I said, “Good morning, my love. Good morning, Susan.”Moments later, my mother came in and started breakfast. Morgan and I helped her. It would be a light breakfast since we would be leaving for Sunday school and church soon. It was sausages and biscuits. Mom was using a refrigerated can of biscuits and frozen sausages. Fifteen minutes later, everything was ready and set out with three jars of mustard and paper plates. I.