“Good” She said as she wrote her address on a slip of paper and told me to be there at 7. She stood up, still holding onto my waistband and her ot...er hand on my boner and lightly kissed me lips. “Looking forward to it baby” she said. I got home and anxiously awaited to go. I told my parents I would be staying at a friends house and they agreed as it wasn’t a school night. I drive to the address she wrote down. She lived in a nice medium sized house in Mt. Washington. I parked in the. A glob of slime ran onto her hand, in the web between her thumb andforefinger. The stuff was blistering hot. What a fucking thrill it would be when thathorny beast blew his balls, the woman thought, trembling with expectation. Shefolded her hand around the root of his cockshaft and skimmed up and down, lightlyat first, merely brushing against him, then tightening her grip and starting to frig himenergetically. His prick hammered in her grip and Rex began to hump, fucking hisprick through her. I also knew that I'd have to say goodbye to Eric in the morning, butsomehow that didn't seem so bad as it had seemed earlier. It seemedlike our act of love had cleared my mind and I could understand thingsmuch better than I had before. Oh, I'd miss him, there was no doubtabout that, but I knew now, that I could really do this. I could reallyBE Holly. What's more, I could ENJOY being Holly. Eric had shown methat being a woman was a GOOD thing, not the bad thing I'd still beenthinking, despite. Saturday morning, we started early. I was onsite at eight and painting by nine with a full crew. This was the push. There were still several quadrants that needed more depth and long-distance texture and four more focal points that needed to be laid in. Those glaring white spaces on the wall looked ominous. Kate and I focused on one focal point and Maggie and Jim were on another. Amy fearlessly moved her lift from area to area as she spotted the defective highlights and shadows, but the other.