I moved to the top of your bosom, kissing and nibbling on your magnificent breasts, I moved to the side, the audible gasps and moans were encouraging....Your breasts were so sensitive, with a handful of flesh I slid my other one between your legs, you were already wet, I moved my hand and devoured the other breast.With a practised hand I undid the clasp at the rear and released your bra, you pulled my head deep into the cleavage and I welcomed the invitation. The sweat was delicious, your skin. I haven’t had my arse licked since a mistress who loved doing it and introduced me to it back in the 70s.Holly’s hot tongue licked daintily on my sphincter and I reached round to extend the opening as much as possible. Some of the Marmite had slithered down to my ballocks and she found that, licking the under side of my hanging sac with great enthusiasm. She was coughing a little on the strong, salty taste, maybe that I’d been too lavish with the helpings. I stood up, it prevented her from. It was a little awkward with Kyle trying not to stareat her and, even though Betsy admitted later that she had suspected aalong, her mouth hung wide open when the facts were presented.Still, Skye was glad they were all there to support her. There was abrief pause when her mom stopped, "Technically the decision to be a boyor girl is still yours..." A girl..." Skye said simply and without really giving it much though, "Ithink I'd like to be a girl." Also," Patricia finished up, just in time to. .. at least as I understood them. I relayed the story of last night to her, leaving out almost nothing."She admitted she was still married?" Dionne asked in disbelief."Yes, she did. I had a hard time believing it myself. As far as I knew, this Pete guy was an old live-in boyfriend, nothing more. Turns out they were married while she was still in Nova Scotia, nearly ten years ago." What are you going to do, Dad?" I wish I knew. I stayed with her last night. She was very upset and I didn't want.