Maybe the ‘don’t fall in love rule’ provides nothing more than a false sense of security. Maybe our relationship was bound to fail, Bella’s co...clusions only brought fresh waves of tears. Almost a week had passed when Bella decided to return home. Friday afternoon saw her speeding down country roads, winding between the green hills and hedge rows. She pressed the button on the remote control and the gates opened. Bella’s car was parked in the garage and she was on her way through the hallways,. " Dont make me fucking drag you " I started looking through bras and panties Madison stood behind me red faced and arms folded." can i help you " came a voice from behind us . An attractive young shop assistant looking at us both." Are you looking for someone imparticular a girlfriend perhaps" I would like somehting pink and girly " i replied "preferably cotton panties and a trainer bra" " Is it for your daughter or maybe a young lady?" she asked." No this faggot wants to look like a. It took him a few seconds to get focused and then he saw me, got up and came and held me tight. Neither of us needed to say anything the obvious was about to happen. The fucking on the roof made me want to to it again in the open. So I just asked him’ will you take me for a ride dressed up?’, “sure” he said and I quickly changed from my nighty to my top and slacks. I wore a thin jacket over the top and my jeans over the leggings as it was cold outside and also as I had to cross the reception. “I’m glad we’ve had this little chat!”“I’m sorry, Mister Sir, it won’t happen again”. Now, I was starting to get a little hard. Allison had jokingly called me sir on two previous occasions, always in a light hearted manner, but still, she said sir. Then another time, she had jokingly called me Daddy, because there had been another occasion where I had given her some advice. I’m 45, she’s 25, technically old enough to be her parent, but like so many things with Allison, she was a jokester, so.