Lesley jumped off the bed as quick as ever, she reached into her bottom drawer and pulled out her slimmest dildo and firmest strapon that she owned. L...ke I said before, Lesley loved sex, she also loved to fuck when the opportunity presented itself. She had fucked other women before, many times, and I knew that when she did she became worse than a male fucking machine on heat. She was worse than any man could be - lust raged inside her when she was doing the penetrating. All of a sudden, I. "Are you two going to be OK if I go for a wander around Manchester?" Susan asked. "Or are you going to squabble."Lydia smiled. "Yeah. We'll be fine, Mum. I told you," Lydia begged and her mother backed away leaving Lydia and Ezra to catch up properly.Ezra expected a hint of jealousy when he told her about his new girlfriend, Jenny, and how she wanted to go to University to study to be a veterinary surgeon, but all Lydia could do was tease him about he was attracted to "geeky girls."Lydia was a. Now this was really getting interesting. I'd seen this play out in hundreds of porn scenes but never did I imagine it playing out in my living room with my best friend's daughter no less. Still I had to hear her say it. "What are you getting at?"Demurely she answered, "Can't we handle this like adults?"My cock was in ready agreement, rock hard under my sweat pants, but still I needed to hear her say it. "And how would we do that? You're not even old enough to vote." Yeah, but I am old enough to. Sissy shoes indeed. The only things missing were ankle straps and locksfor the buckles. Mistress Anne stood next to them and she seemed to readhis mind. "A real sissy does not need to be locked into his sissyshoes," she said. "He wears them because he wants to. Because he needsto. Because he loves to. Because he just has to."Mistress Anne was a lovely creature indeed. She commanded respect butshe was actually dressed rather demurely. She wore a white blouse, kneelength black skirt,.