”“Even Chloe?”“Yes. Why?”“She’s always taken great interest in me.”“Anyone, man or woman, takes great interest in you. You define be...uty after all.”“Thank you.”I shrugged. “You know it’s true.”“Doesn’t mean a girl doesn’t like to hear it.”I snorted. “You haven’t been a girl in millennia.”“You make me feel like a girl,” she said before kissing me.“Because to you I’m a boy?” I asked afterwards.“Whom I love unreservedly when I can.”“I love you too.”“I know, and that makes me feel even more girly,. From under the bed she pulled out a shopping bag and handed it to me. Then she kissed me on the cheek.“Go change in the bathroom but hurry. My cunt needs a lick.”“Okay,” I stammered, standing. She reached out and grabbed my arm.“And a good, hard fuck,” she said. “Hurry baby.”In the bathroom I stripped and checked my outfit for our hot date. It consisted of gorgeous pink satin underwear; a frilly pink suspender belt; little pink ballet shoes made of velvet; and a wonderful shimmery pink satin. " As he rubbed his lips up and down the side of her neck, inhaling the womanly scent of her, his right hand quickly slipped inside the opening of her robe and brushed lightly over her pubic mound, his finger briefly tracing her slit. He felt her wetness, as he'd expected after his show, and with his left hand gave her nipple a firm tug. Her hips jerked, her pussy pressing against his hand. "Ethan, quit it!" she said huskily, but didn't pull away. "You're just so sweet, mom" he responded. "You. The sort any businessman with a host of interests might face during his daily routine.Janet's inclusion into my life brought another problem — one I hadn't foreseen.My increased visibility brought me to the attention of federal law enforcement officials. For the first few years after my return to the city I was content to come home for a quiet evening almost every night. I was anonymous, faceless.Sure, the local Organized Crime Task Force — under the helm of Det. Susan Kay — was aware of my.