” I trailed off, realizing that I must sound like a spoiled little child to this man who had already lived a whole life before the advent of social ...media and its all-consuming demands.He uh-huh’ed along with me and turned on the sink. The faucet creaked and groaned, spitting like an angry, chrome-plated cat.Mr. Hill took a step back from it, raising his voice over the noise. “It’s fine, I think there’s just air in the line. Your husband been doing any work?”“He’s been trying to put in a shower. But more than anything, I knew that I wantedto look just as much like a girl as I could, because rather than hatingit, I realized that I liked it! Visions of me in school, my skirtswirling around my legs, the way my blouse pulled over my breasts, andthe idea that maybe, given my size, I would be better off as a girl, allcombined as one, and I drifted off the sleep with a smile on my face. Inthe morning I once again tried my hand at makeup, did a little better,but just let my hair hang and swirl. His large, warm hands skimmed over my sides and for a moment, I was floating on air. Mark hooked his arms under mine and lifted until I was far enough up the bed, then plopped me back down on the mattress. I giggled, and when he leaned over me again, I felt his cock twitch against my thigh. ‘Here,’ I took his hands and placed them on my breasts. ‘Squeeze them. I love it when you…’ Mark pulled his hand away and instead, dipped his head to my tummy. He was a man on a mission and his kisses made a. Temperatures slowly cooling off as night approached and engulfed the landscape, setting an altogether quiet and peaceful mood for the night, something I have longed for. I pulled into the driveway of my humble abode, smiling softly as I realized my hard day of slaving at work was finally over, and could once again return to the warm confines of my home, and her. I worked my way towards the front door, twisting the worn handle and stepping inside. Already I could smell the wonderful aromas of my.