See ya then."He left. I opened my book and stared at it, unseeing. What the hell was going on?What did I want to go on?Tuesday Melody's was dead.Wedne...day rolled around. I wore a faded Dallas Cowboys T-shirt and cut-off jean shorts to dinner. Heather served potato salad and some bean dish. The dogs sat by my feet, hoping I'd drop something. I didn't. Heather and Evan talked a lot about current events and politics, and I mostly listened. I don't know anything about that stuff. It was interesting. You loved how my tongue flicked and made love to your waiting clit.She had been patiently waiting for me to lick her again.With your pussy already wet, I wanted to use my new toy on you.As I continued sucking your clit, while you stood, you felt the vibrating monster slide between your pussy lips.Your pussy was wet and ready!!!I sucked your clit harder, then slid the hungry, agitating, piece of wonder deep into your pussy over and over again.I wasn't going to stop until you came.At that moment,. Makeup wasn't as bad as I would have thought.On the nights Jenny was gone, I would come home, tired, and kick off myshoes. A lot of the time, I kept my women's clothing on. Who was thereto change for? I kept the bra and panties on. Then, one night whenJenny was in Denver, I slipped on one of her nightgowns, and it feltwonderful. From then on, I slept I women's clothes, too.I told myself it was all part of the job, but the clothes were startingto feel more natural. Even puttering around the. " You're drunk," I rolled my eyes and then pushed him away from me as Brandon lost his balance. "Just pass out, dude." I can't..." he giggled, " ... reach my socks." God!" Help me, Trent ... Uhmmm..." Brandon fell on me again, laughing like an idiot."Here ... Lie down..." I sighed, pushing him down as I sat up."Thanks, man!" he said as I found his left foot and yanked his sock off, trying to be rude about it. I took off the other one too, throwing them into the dark. I took off my own, as long.