”“Anywhere is fine. Not too expensive though.”“Do you like pastrami?”“Oh yah, I love it.”“Ok … well there is a little Jewish restaur...nt around the corner and they have the best pastrami in New York. What do you think?”“Just lead me to it.”As they entered the elevator Becky appeared nervous and was talking almost a sentence a second. Her voice was like a crystal clear brook running over smooth pebbles. Every so often he felt like he should say something, but he knew if he did she might stop. She slid her tunic from her shoulders, revealing her full, round body. She reached up and pinched each of her nipples, they hardened instantly, and Antony’s hand flexed. She imagined the length of his cock under his toga, and an involuntary moan escaped her throat. At the sound, Antony stepped forward, but Sylvia put up a hand to stop him. Wordlessly, she backed backward to the bed. She propped her back against the lush pillows and spread her legs, revealing her wetness to him. His eyes shone. Jimmy wants to be feminine. Isn't thatright Jimmy?" Yes, Dad." What do you have in feminine skirts that would fit Jimmy?" Do you know his size?" Do you know your skirt size, Jimmy?" I know my waist is 32." How does that translate into skirt and dress sizes?" Bill asked."Jimmy is probably a size 8 or 10 skirt." Good. Jimmy go with the young lady and select some skirts and tops.Also, any dresses you might want. I'm going to wait in that chair overthere. As you try them on, walk them by me so I. I'd soon give up, like if in heaven. That was too much stimulating to stand, as this got to its momentum. I got totally inhibited and modesty was no longer something I could rely on. I felt like if grass tea had been passed around freely in a party, instead of coffee. Suddenly, I felt something wet on one foot, so I opened my eyes to find out what it was: Michael was kissing it, he then moved on to the other one. I didn't know what to do, if to complain, but wished this to continue.