I want to be your friend. Could I have a little kiss?"Without looking at her mother, she brushed her lips againstmine.She gasped. I gasped. It was a g...aspworthy moment.I wanted to take that sissy home and make her the queen ofmy life. I knew nothing about her, but I wanted to spendthe rest of my days learning it all.Her eyes were very wide and I didn't know what she wasthinking. My guess was that she felt similarly.I interpreted her dive into my arms and attachment of herlips to mine as. But the second was – well, I don’t know how I can describe it – and we’ve just carried on from there. ‘Look, James precious,’ she went on, suddenly more serious, ‘I can’t leave it here. How can I? What am I going to do? I can’t just go quietly back home to Tommy [this was the ‘gorgeous, sexy’ boyfriend] as if nothing had happened. I need you.’ I had been afraid of this. ‘Connie,’ I said sternly, ‘I’m a married man. You’ve always known that.’ ‘I know, I know,’ she replied. ‘But I couldn’t help. Slowly I work my hands down to your pussy, I can feel the heat radiating from between your legs, slowly I spread your pussy lips and start to run my finger over your clit. Again I can feel you shudder with desire, you wetness oozes over my hand as I insert my finger into you. Your tongue forces its way into my mouth as I force a second finger into you, we begin to work in rhythm as I slide my fingers out of your pussy you force your tongue into my mouth, and as I force my fingers into your. Now I’m going to shut up so I can kiss you then I’m taking you to bed where we’ll start our celebration because I have something else to show and tell you.’ She extended her hand and I followed her, still in a daze, to the bedroom. She dropped her clothes into a pile on the floor then began on mine. Holding my head between her hands she whispered, ‘Have you noticed that I’ve put on a few extra pounds lately?’ She took my hand and placed it on her tummy. ‘Please don’t be angry with me, but I.