I needed no further encouragement as my lips began to salivate over your wondrous breasts so full and bountiful. They longed for my sweet lips as they... glowed in the nights moonlight the nipples hardened and upturned for me. I could feel you slightly quivering with your deep desire for passion. I was forced to fleetingly touch your pussy hairs and find them dampening to my tender touch.I ran my long slender talons over your naked glistering form allowing me to cover you with my touch. My lips. She pulled on the loose, faded jeans, threw a thick hoody over her headand grabbed the laundry basket. She was halfway down the hallway whenshe hesitated and turned back for her bedroom. She dug through her topdrawer. Finally finding the blue and white tube she held it and lookedat herself in the mirror. Dressed as she now was, she was no longerStephanie, she was Peter again. She looked at the slightly blurredimage in the mirror. A guy wearing a loose hoody and faded jeans staredback at her.. ” and unwrapped the box he had brought. “OMFG!” (Oh My Fucking God) I exclaimed. It was a very personal gift: A bottle of wine, a sexy Victoria Secrets nighty and…in front of the delivery man…I removed a Dildo that was super sized in the shape of a donkey’s cock…what are they thinking of these days?…and the delivery man watching all this, too. I was blushing and hot again looking at it in the presence of this hunk.Talk about embarrassed. “This is my last delivery,” the FedEx man said. I. In my mind he now existedonly at school. At home, I was Lisa.We took turns opening the boxes one at a time, like at Christmas, andoohing and aahing over each piece of my new clothing. We left severalboxes unopened ? one that Mom said was for the kitchen, and two thatheld my Lolita outfit, which she said we would open later.I loved all my new things. I hung up my new dresses and skirt and topsin the closet, and put my new underwear in the chest of drawers. What alot of boxes to recycle! I wished.