When she was done with that, she started in on my face.First a mud pack, a sort of green goo that she said would make my skinsofter, and when that was...peeled away, she began my makeup. I couldn'tsee her, or what she was using, but I was sure it came out of a paintcan, a gallon can that is. I sat there for half an hour while sheworked on my face, then, with my hair still in rollers, she sat me up,and I saw myself for the first time, and what I saw left me speechless.My once clearly male face had. Still watching. Desire on his face. *...touch me, kiss me, all over...*My hand moves on its own. Caressing my nipple, the swell of my breast. Tracing a finger down my stomach, to the top of my lace panties.Fingers move down. Over smooth skin, right above my wetness. I can almost smell the musk. I stop momentarily.One hand in my panties, one on the window, face gazing at him. He nods.I let my fingers part my lips, slowly, gently, like a flower. Small movements, making my hips move. . The dream was destroyed. Drunks in the street, fights breaking out. There were too many people for this city to soak up, it was overcrowded, smelly and unpleasant.A drunk fell against Branka and the donkey staggered, Mary nearly fell. I said something like ‘Careful mate’ and this guy rounded on me, red faced and angry. Drink does that to people kids, take note.” Joseph had never got so drunk he lost control; unlike many he had never hit his wife, nor come home late, full of booze and insisted. You are very very wet.......I spit down your spread cheeks and see it run down over your bumhole and into your spread pussy.I stand behind you and rub the spit into your pussy with the tip of my cock.Fuck me you say............And a gent like me is not going to let the lady down.I slowly inch my cock into you.You feel me filling you.You gasp as I go deeper until I am all the way in you.I hold your hips as I begin to fuk you and you push back onto me.I begin a harder faster rythmn. Fuking you.