Headed downstairs to the No. 6 subway, an incoming train sends a frigid blast whistling up my legs. Stepping sideways down the stairs, I keep my thigh...s squeezed tightly as my 4 inch heels allow, which sadly isn't much. Short strides, one step at a time. One foot down and then the other, gingerly as an elderly woman with a bad hip. Not just the prying cold but my modesty at stake: commuters headed upstairs from below could, from a certain angle, catch a furtive glimpse of my womanhood. A risk I. Standing, Tiffany walked over, and sank to her knees. "Mmmmmm," was all she said as she took my cock into her mouth. I did nothing as that sexy young woman began to suck me. The irony was incredible. Now it was my old neighbor's daughter who was sucking me as I looked at my naked wife. It wasn't long before I was rock hard again, and enjoying a wonderful blowjob. Tiffany didn't tease me like my wife did. She sucked my cock with gusto. Her technique was not the best, but her fervor made up for. I reached into my purse and pulled out thespare pair of white nylon panties that I save for emergencies, and handedit to him."I think these will fit you. You should have a pair of your own, Todd."Saying his name was nice. He was a sweet boy, just starting his adventureinto crossdressing. "Keep them to remember the fun we had tonight." Icould tell he was grateful. He bent over and kissed me on the mouth, hissoft, warm lips stirring that ball of need once again. I lingered in hiskiss as he. He slapped me across the face, and I dropped the cans again and tried not to cry. “Do you think we can drink that now? Do you?” I shook my head no. Dad raised his hand as if to hit me again, “I can’t hear your empty head rattle! Speak!” “No sir,” I managed to squeak out, my eyes locked on the cans on the carpet. I was too embarrassed to even look at Paul; I figured he must be very angry with me for ruining his after-work time like Dad was, was all I could think, and I wanted Paul to be.