." I made as if to leave but he stepped back, holding the door open, and I walked through, stumbling through a clutter of junk mail and newspapers jus... inside the doorway. "Been away long?" Couple of months." Naismith was striding down the hallway into the room he used as his study. It had always been my favourite room, with its views across the rolling close-cropped lawn to where the yellowing sun had already dipped behind the South Downs. "Been down under. Australia. Coffee?"His voice drifted. Now the owner got off and let Peggy try to get it in her ass. My wife helped by licking and rubbing her pussy, getting her nice and wet. Now the owner walked over to us and I thought I was in deep shit. Instead she walked behind her daughter and slid down her shorts. She whistled and smacked her on the ass a few times. A second later this big dog came over. The owner reached between his legs a rubbed his cock. She licked and stroked it until he had a hard on. She put some socks over his front. She found Jack lying in his bed weeping inconsolably. "Are you all right? Are you ill?" I'm dying," Jack moaned. "I've discovered tumors. I'm sure they're cancerous." The unfortunate young man wept even harder and exposed his chest to the startled landlady."They look like breasts," Helen said finally after having a close look at the "tumors." Don't be ridiculous," Jack huffed. "I'm a man. Men don't have breasts. They're tumors." His outrage had at least stopped his crying. But Jack was wrong.. Natalie's face lights up into a rugged smile as a tear drops from one eye.She timidly hands me the pantyhose, our hands touch as I reluctantly grabthem."I can't believe I'm doing this.." I say quietly in Natalie's voice,looking at the wad of dark tan pantyhose in my cute, manicured hands. Ihear Natalie sniff, "here let me help!" she says in a surprisingly chippervoice that was once mine.She takes the wad from my small hands and grips me by the upper arms, mysmall but firm shoulders, setting my.