He retucks the parts of his shirt that escaped in the middle of our tiny make-out session.'You wanna go say goodbye or anything?' he asks as he takes ...my hand.'I guess we can?' I step toward him. 'Or we can just step away and come back?' I run my free hand along his stomach.'That sounds like a viable option,' he says through a groan and bends down. His lips on mine. Again. Slow. Deep. Soft. Gentle. 'Let's go,' he speaks as he breaks contact. We quickly walk toward his car. He opens the passenger. "This seemed silly for a second, but then the brilliance of theidea flashed into my head. A whole weekend of being a womanwould certainly strengthen the thought process for me, and beinga guy for a weekend would let Carol understand things better.Then the practical aspects of the plan struck me, and I said,"but Doctor, it'll cost a small fortune for us to go and buy allthe clothes we'll need, just for this weekend. Isn't there someother way?" "No, Don, I really think a reinforcing weekend. "Show us yer knickers then!" he laughed.Michele decided that the policeman had seen enough; but she remained polite and smiled."I think you've seen enough," she giggled back and began to pull at the hem of her skirt.The policeman reached out and gripped her hand and firmly pulled it away; he was not violent but he was insistent. He let go of her wrist and lifted her skirt further up her thighs until the white nylon V of her panties just peeked from below the hem of her skirt. He then let go of. I've had it all of my life and the few years I have left I want it bad. Besides, your son has developed a great fondness for this girl and you should be grateful. He's eating pussy and not sucking some man's cock." I can't believe this!" he threw his hands in the air. "First you can't get enough of me now that I'm older and can't perform anymore, I'm expendable." You might be," Michelle warned, pointing one of her long fingers at him. "I've had it both ways. I've been a lesbian and now I'm.