Kirsten- now in herfemale form- was sitting watching TV. "So, I guess you took my advice last night? You're up pretty late, youmust have worn yourself... out." Huh?" he replied, blushing."I heard you moaning. If you do end up like this for a while you'regoing to have to learn to be a bit quieter.Icy silence."Some bad news, I'm afraid. I called John- as a boy- he's away all day,off visiting his Gran. We'll have to meet up on Monday..." Fuck! If I start menstruating before he gets back, I'll be. Sarah is of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from me, bi-sexual, though she didn’t need a great deal of prompting. She has a very strong sex drive and one of her favourite turn ons is sex with an audience.On the way to the venue in a cab I can’t keep my fingers off the insides of Sarah’s thighs, something she always finds sexually stimulating. We are both aware of the cab driver stealing glances in his mirror. “We. "I stopped in my tracks and turned to her. "What's the meaning of that?"She took my hand and we continued to walk. "I've watched you sneak downstairs to talk to your dad about business every chance you get. You're becoming incredibly involved and I guess I envy that. I want to be with you every minute and since I know we can't fuck all the time, I'm going to become involved with my dad's business the same as you." You're involved," I countered."I'm a pissant with a fancy job title. You're twice. "Lick it, Mom," Tommy rasped.The horny, frustrated virgin boy was no longer demanding and threatening. Now he was pleading. With his naked cock so close to his mother's sweet lips, he trembled with yearning, his nerves jumping violently, his bloodstream coursing with lumps of fiery lust. He pushed his hips forward, closer. Her blonde head moved back slightly. She sniffed the musky aroma of his overheated cockmeat and gave a hungry moan."Yes, Tommy, I'll lick your cock," she whispered.Tommy.