“It’s so lovely to see you,” she purred. She turned her head, “And that wicked little daughter of mine too.” Emma had just clattered around... the corner, dragging a heavy suitcase and bags, and she grinned widely when she saw Lottie and her mum together. “Hey bitches!” she chuckled. Emma’s mother tutted, and waived a finger at her. “Less of that young lady,” Silvia smiled. “We must be on our best behaviour whilst Lottie is staying.” “Yes miss.” Emma stood to attention and saluted. “Jeez, I. Nicky said “yes, I so need a drink.” We drove to “Shamrocks”, a local Irish pub, for a happy hour drink and maybe a bite to eat. As I got out of the car to head in Nicky stopped me and took my hand in hers and held it as we walked into the bar. I felt funny holding her hand, like people were staring at us, but I couldn’t stop the warm fuzzy feeling I felt in my tummy as Nicky’s fingers intertwined with mine. So in short, I decided I was okay with holding her hand. We sat down and ordered. Fuck!!!!! she blurted out. I rammed my cock all the way in her wet pussy. I started to pull the length of my cock out slow, than slammed it all the way in. I was gripping her big monster tits. She was squirting milk on her carpet in front of the couch. I moved her left breast to her mouth. She could not get her nipple in her mouth but she watched her nipple being twisted by my two big fingers. After a few more strokes. I tensed up and shot a huge load in her pussy. She screamed Oh god! You. Since Idesperately wanted to be a woman, I was glad for the pretext.After breakfast, which was not accompanied by a check, I wanderedthrough the set-piece gardens, marveling at the intricacies of thelittle stories each setting told.That led me finally to the door of a two story office building I hadnot noticed the night before. The young Nubian receptionist smiled as Istepped into the well-appointed lobby. It was a man's domain. With mywork done in Marseilles, I didn't belong there. I smiled.