"We could rectify that right now," he said, and the hope in his voice was so over the top that she had to laugh again."Not on our first date," she sai.... "I am not a slut." She wrinkled her brow. "Well, not outside the hours of noon and twelve-thirty on days I hope you're working." She smiled. "You have my permission to hold out hope that, someday, you can see me like that when we Skype." Oh man, oh man, oh man," he groaned. "It's a good thing all you can see is my face."She grinned. "See that. "Tom is a transvestite! Well, well I never would have thought it!" Sitting back with her coffee she was surprised to find just how much the concept appealed and excited her. Over the next day or two she researched up on transvestism as she mused over what she should do about it, eventually she came to the conclusion that the best course of action was just to take the bull by the horns and ask him.Tom had not really taken that much notice of the divorcee next door once she had stopped. " He whispered into my ear. "You won't moan, because then the boys will hear you, right? And you will NOT cum, because if you do, you have to wait longer for me to come back in. I could have them stay the night if I wanted to." He said to me, which caused my eyes to go wide. "What?" I rasped out. "You heard me you little slut." That was all the encouragement I needed. And just then I heard the doorbell ring, causing him to smile and he kissed me once, getting changed extremely fast into some. It felt like she was trying to draw all the cum to the head of my cock, ready to spill free when the time was right. My own hand reached down, where I brushed the hair from the side of her face and held it back as I placed my palm upon the back of her head."I want to cum for you Amy!" I informed her.Amy looked up, stopped sucking and attempted the best smile she could give, her mouth stuffed with my cock. She returned to sliding the length of my shaft into her mouth, as her lips remained locked.