The wine was already open. Without a word, she poured Katherine a glass, refilled mine, then set the bottle down and left. ‘No sniffing the cork and... all of that stuff?’ Katherine asked. ‘Most guys go through the whole routine.’ ‘I could do that if you want. I might even get some of the words right. Want me to try?’ ‘No. I was just wondering.’ ‘It probably had a purpose once, but these days you get a bad bottle so rarely I don’t see any point in pretending I know what I’m doing. It tastes good. On myway over there I met Frank, Jamie's father. He was as genial as the daybefore, and didn't comment on me wearing a nightie. It was becomingalmost natural to cross dress, but just almost.Jamie helped me to apply some make-up, and to glue some fake breasts onmy chest. They weren't big, rather quite small - but, they were firm andvery lifelike. When Jamie was finished it really looked like I hadbreasts. "You can even swim in them," he said. I decided to not wear abra, as I was going to wear a. She could still stroke me. I traced the crack along her pussy lips. They were very warm and wetness was seeping between her lips. I noticed Sandy had also shaved her pubic hair as Debby had done. I pushed one finger between her lips. She was definitely wet. My finger slid easily the full length of slit. She cooed and moaned. I found her love button on the upstroke. She jumped “oooooo” coming out of her mouth. I circled her clit then ran my finger over it. She nearly collapsed to the floor.. Sable lit the way with an odd green glow, cast from emerald eyes in twin cones visible in the omnipresent hanging dust.The staircase led down, to a path hewn out of the limestone, and then into a wetter cave system that reeked of sulphur. Crushed limestone made a path above the uneven cave floor, and wound between dripping, glistening stalactites and sharp stalagmites.For many minutes they moved amongst the silent sentinels of the dark, guarding secrets it seemed only they and the builder of.