Trudi started to say something when I poured wine for everybody including Karl. "No, No, not tonight; tonight, you're my date you're on a date and you... do what your date wants, isn't that right Connie?" It is, if you want to get asked out again," laughed Connie. That little laugh, as small as it was, was the icebreaker for the night. I could almost feel Trudi relax next to me. I slid over the inch separating us in the booth and laid my left hand on her thigh. That widened her eyes momentarily. Deepu slid under the blankets next to his mom and went to sleep. As he slept he dreamt of something soft a wet on his face, something smothering him. he awoke with a start. Peering in the darkness of the room dimly lit by the moonlight streaming in, he realized that in his sleep he had ended up sleeping with his face close to his mother’s breasts. He realized that couple of the buttons on his mother’s nighty were broken and that had exposed one of the breast. And it was leaking milk. Deepu. While she wasupstairs she got a bottle of perfume. I was rather heavily doused behindmy ears, on my neck, on my chest, and on my wrists. The unmistakablyfeminine aroma that I now carried with me was somehow a differentdimension than the clothing. Perhaps that it was not touch or sight, butsmell. In any case, it was just another addition to the existing overload.Throughout lunch the pace of questions, the answers to which were aproclamation of my love of feminine attire, appearance, and. She bobbed it up and down slightly, “You like that?” “Oh yes!” She didn’t have a pungent smell or anything! I could actually smell a perfume. That was really nice! While she was teasing me with one of the most beautiful sights I had ever laid my eyes on, Cheryl was working my dick head insider her tiny hole. “Its so hard Lucille! and so big!” “Take your time, you’ll loosen up!” “She has no k**s Chris, so your big fucking dick is going to stretch her good and proper!” Cheryl was trying to.