I can’t wait to see if you look as good as you did in the photos.”I was a little surprised by the compliment and unsure what to do with it or how ... felt about it.As I went into the bathroom he called after me “And I hope you brought make up and shoes too. I want the whole package!”I dressed up as he had requested: a bustier top, black panties, stockings with suspenders and black high-heel shoes. I completed it with my wig and putting on make up to feminise me. I started to feel a little bit. He moaned again, for real or for effect...I did not care. When I was in as deep as I could go, he pulled off, then back on. I let him control the pace for a bit, then slapped his ass and said "stand by, "Baby." He whimpered, and then "please." I bent his head downing the bed, grabbed his shoulders and started to hammer him as hard as this old man could. And he was tightening his ass in the thrusts, pushing back into me, and loving it. I slapped his ass and felt him go tight. "Like that" "Yes.". Friday morning I phoned round all my mates but they were either working or out of town. Fuck, this was going to be boring.Before heading off to the Army, my best mate Nick had loaned me three cassette tapes - no downloads or CDs in those days. I phoned the truck dealership where he worked but was told he was away in Manchester until Monday at some sort of trade show. Nick had married a girl called Debbie in the spring of that year, a girl I'd always fancied but she was out of my league. As. "I really liked that party room in the basement." "That was nice," said Mrs. Johnson, "But I wonder what all those weird shapes were down there." "Oh, he's probably a sculptor or something," said Mr. Johnson. "But how do all those plants do so well in a basement room without any sunlight?" Mrs. Johnson asked. "They couldn't have been there that long. I wonder what he _REALLY_ used that room for." _Me too!_ thought Gail. After dropping her clients off at the office, she called.