Mere tatte uske gand se takra rahe the poore room me ooh aah aur thap thap ki aawaj gunj rahi thi. Jaise hi mujhe lagta ki mai jhadne wala hu mai lund...bahar nikalta aur aur kiss karne lagta aur chut me ungli karta.Use ghodi wali position me bahut pela. Fir maine use missionary position me aane ko kaha. Mai uske aankon me aanken daal ke dekh raha tha kabhi uske honto pe kabhi mammo pe kiss karte karte dhakke laga raha tha. Aise maine use 15 min khub pela phir bola neha mia zadne wala hu. Aur ha. I'm a girl. Thkirt, dweth, blouth, pwetty pantieth. Pwease mayI wear my pwetty clowth," we drilled as she danced and pranced for me,lifting her skirt to show off her panties. After a beak and session withher pacifier, we did a half hour of the sissy speech CD. Then lunch anddolly playtime.I was surprised how easily Josie was being transformed. I never thoughtabout having a daughter, but then she wasn't really a girl I remindedmyself. She was what the woman had said, a sissy. And a source. Being well versed in the art of social conviviality, I shortstopped the impending business discussion with what, in the higher corporate circles, is called an ice breaker.“Ms. Sloane, I’m thinking of having my shirts monogramed. Spiffy, no?”“No.”“Huh?”What’s wrong with Bertram Owen Osgood Brewster?She handed me a pen, “Write the monogram out, Birdie.”Done. I gave it the double-o, and it took but a mo, “Oh.”“Birdie, Ms. Lane asked me to bring you up to speed on Gibraltar Soup.”Huh? I’d been. So much so, in fact, that I could not elicit a clear explanation of the problem but I gathered that it was something to do with a Dr Laura Stone, whoever she was. As Elspeth drove me the short distance home her agitation seemed to ease but she kept looking at me rather more often than was consistent with safe driving, and as we turned the last corner before my house she hit the kerb quite hard."Careful," I cautioned."Sorry, James. It's just that I'd forgotten quite how lovely you are."I had, in.