“Valerie, you look beautiful. I told you before but I’ve gotta say it again.”“Thanks,” she says. She says it casually, not because she’s v...in but because I can tell she hopes he’ll get the message and scurry off.“Your brother tells me you’re in grad school these days. So grown up!”She just smiles.“And you’re seeing someone, right? What’s his name, what’s he like? Tell Uncle Jefferson.”“Wade, and he’s great.” She doesn’t seem uncomfortable relating this information, and again I’m struck with. I wanted her to see it, and exclaim something like "oh my god, that is the tiniest dick I have seen in my entire life!" To hear her utter those words I thought, would be heavenly. I wouldn't be able to stop myself from cumming on the spot surely. The closest I got was Saffron telling me that I need to stop sleeping naked or leaving the door open, because Katie got "an eyeful last night, and no one wants to see that". That was enough to give me something else to wank myself off to of course, but. I love you and I think I have since the first night of that party."I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This man so handsome and in love with a Transvestite, me. I let Wayne have his way as he took off my panties and bra and slowly undressed himself. The bulge in his shorts told me what he wanted and I laid back on the bed and put my arms out to him. He came to me and I stripped off his shorts and took his cock in my mouth. He needed no encouragement as he took his time letting me do to him. Sandy looked at her surroundings, and found herself in a sort of dungeon – but it was a dungeon that flew in the face of every stereo-typical dungeon that she had ever heard about or imagined. The walls were all a bright, brilliant white, as were the sheets and covers of her bed. The room had warm, inviting hardwood floors, and there was a large window on the far wall, through which the sun was shining, filling the room with a radiant light.But despite these lovely surroundings – the reminders.