I added my name. I could see on her face that all this was news to her and my heart sank. Where was I going to stay now?“Oh shit! Oh, sorry, didn’...t mean to say that.” A look of concern washed over her face replacing the look of apology prompted by her use of the expletive with a stranger. She pulled out her smartphone and started dialling a number.“Please pick up, please pick up.” I could hear her mutter over and over as she paced around the lawn. In my head I was already drawing up alternative. I took my almost fully hard cock and slapped it against both sides of her mouth. She enjoyed the cock finally being near her mouth. She went after it like she was bobbing for apples but never quite able to tame the teasing prick. After a minute or so of this I steadied face by her ears and slid the head of my dick in her mouth. At this moment she went to town like a fat kid with the last lollipop! I let her have her fun a while before slowly sliding a little more of my cock in her mouth with. Normally the "have a talk" opening usually brings shivers of fear to men. For whatever reason, it didn't provoke that response in me.She was back in less than two minutes and sat beside me on the sofa."I guess I should apologize to you, Doug. I didn't mean to blindside you like that this morning. If you aren't comfortable with staying, then now's the time to say so." I'm fine with it," I answered truthfully. "But ... I guess I'm wondering what I should read into it?" You mean ... like us. Iwalked upstairs and ran the bath. Whilst it was filling, I went intothe spare room and opened the wardrobe. Inside were all of Rachel'sclothes... my clothes. Hung neatly on rails, folded on shelves andlovingly placed in drawers was all that was needed to assist mytransformation into Rachel.By way of brief explanation, Jane obviously knew of my predilectiontoward dressing and although she avoided being around when I was fullydressed, she was not averse to enjoying a night of passion with me.