She is a slutty, smoking sissy gurl!I run the bath and put in some girlie bubbles. As the hot water fills the tub I unpack my sexy clothes, black lace...bra and panties, stockings, waist cincher, 6" black open-toe pumps, and lay them out on one bed. I unpack my make-up and jewelry.There's something so sexy about a seedy motel room!The bath gets my skin all pink and girly and my clitty is ready for fun.I sit at the desk and begin applying my Vicki face. Mmm, it is so delicious to watch in the. I kept on sucking from one breast and squeeze the other. Her breast milk splashed on my face. She started to laugh. I kept on emptying her breast. I drank as much as I can. This made me a bit dizzy. This was a great experience. What a taste.She was starting to moan. Since the trains sound was louder no one could hear us. She caught hold of my head and started caressing my back. I understood that her pain has subsided; now she has started to enjoy.I was having a real trouble in my pants.I slowly. It hadn’t happened to me or anyone I knew personally, but I watched the news, and I knew what was going on around me.“I’m sorry that things haven’t been easy for you, Becky. You seem like a sweet girl and it’s a shame that you have had it so hard. But you are with me now; at least for tonight, you are safe and warm and fed,” I said.Becky took my arm and hugged it, laying her head on it. “And for that, I am very grateful Kevin,” she said.“So what’s your story, Kevin? How did a good looking,. .............................................................................................My heart was pounding as I drove around the streets, my battered old carwhich I had not managed to replace since graduating two years earlier,stood out like a sore thumb as I finally arrived at the house.I couldn't believe the size of it, beautiful modern architecture, crispwhite exterior walls, gated entrance, pillars, beautifully manicuredgarden, was I really in southern England? It felt more like.