“What dirty fuckers we are!” Said Polly.After cleaning ourselves up we slept together under a sheet in the hot air. I got up early with morning wo...d. My mind full of the wonders of the previous night. I sat in the living room gently maintaining my erection from the leg of my boxer shorts.Polly and Harrison would head back to university shortly but I could certainly say I had made the most of the last two days. A naked Polly entered the room, it was 7.30 and there I was boldly holding my cock.. Gazing into her chocolate brown eyes I softly say, "Your beautiful eyes dance when you laugh," as I place my hand onto her thigh, gently stroking.I smile to her when she releases a soft moan from her red lips, plump and soft looking. "You like that baby?" I ask huskily. She nods her head gently. I place my lips onto hers and kiss her softly, her lips part slightly, and I slip my tongue into her mouth.As her tongue meets mine our kiss becomes deeper and more passionate. She places her hand onto. Like I said, it's up to you."Evening turned to night. At eight o'clock the phone rang. A very nervousand distraught woman was on the other end. After twenty questions, I wasfinally able to work out that she was Margaret's sister, it was her sonshe had found dressed in her clothes. After an hour on the phone, Emily,had relaxed considerably. I gave her the condensed version oftransvestism and transsexualism. I also pointed out that she wasn't thefirst mother to find her son dressed and wouldn't. She continued with them, pulling them down to my knees, then to my feet, and finally off entirely. She stood up, a wide grin on her face, and she put the panties into her pocket.I was still shaking, and a tear was slowly rolling down my right cheek. Darla leaned against my desk, between my knees so I couldn't close my legs. She grabbed my right breast and kissed me. I wasn't prepared for it, but when she backed away from the kiss, her right hand was at my mouth. One of her fingers forced it's.