I gently pushed her away and began removing my jacket. Rachel helped me with that, the fat vest, and my t-shirt. When it was off, I reached for her ag...ain. I could feel the nipples of her B-cup boobs pressing against my chest through her red silk dress. I reached behind her and started unzipping the dress. She just continued to press against me. When the zipper was down to the top of her ass, she stepped away and shrugged out of it. As it pooled at her feet, she stepped out of it and back toward. As Lena sat there with her mind on her libertine husband and her libido's hunger, she began to daydream about her first boyfriend. She loved making out on the couch when her parents weren't home. Today she had dressed casual around the house since she was alone. Her hand crept up under the loose blue blouse she was wearing to her bra-less breasts as she continued to remember her sensual past. Making-out was so much fun! How her sweet tender young beasts had been suckled, and the nipples. "I don't care. I know Robert Smythe, he is a strait laced former military man. I am being considered for a major building project that he is financing and I won't have it jeopardized because my son wants to go out in public in a skirt and heels." "How would that jeopardize you?" "He will question what kind of father allows his son to dress as a girl. Where did you get this stuff anyway?" "From the second hand store on tenth street," Andy lied to protect his friend. "Return it," was his final. She tried the handle on the front door, it turned freely. She pushed the unlocked door open and walked in. Ellen called out for Jack as she stepped in; again no answer. She walked through the home to the back family room and pulled open the French doors to the back patio and pool. Every time Ellen stepped into this back yard she was amazed. Walt had remodeled the backyard into an oasis that was worthy of being featured in Architectural Digest. Across the patio from the French doors was a.