....By now his hand had travelled further between my legs,and was slowly rubbing my very damp pussy ,through my lace panties. His bulge was now consid...erable, I had started to unzip his flys, and put my hand into his pants, feeling his lovely hard cock, I pulled it free, and started to pull his cock up and down, nice and slowly, he said to me if you carry on like that i'm going to cum, well I didn't want to waste it over my hand, I wanted it down my throat ! he said how about we leave, before we. However, before I can do so, you turned over. Your stretched out naked on the lounge, reaching your hands up over your head. You are long and slim and tan, and my cock was not at all worried about our ages. ‘Now the front,’ you say calmly, and closed your eyes and smile. I swallowed hard, and apply the cream to your shoulders and your upper chest. Your breasts move slightly as I rubbed around them, long dark nipples gradually coming erect. I do your stomach and hips, and you roll your legs. The keeper of my father’s books and manuscripts was a man called Dorzi. He was a scholar, about twice my age. A handsome but reserved and bookish man, Dorzi was more at home amongst the old tomes than he was in the company of men or women, and he was infinitely more conversant with arcane lore and ancient tongues than with feminine wiles. He was the only servant my father would allow in his study and apart from my father, Dorzi seldom associated with the other occupants of the house. One night. I would ask allsorts of questions about styles and fabrics and she just blew them offthinking I was interested in how she looked. I was truly interestedbecause I wanted to dress the same way. My dressing continued throughoutthis period and I loved trying on her newest fashions when she was outand Mom went shopping. There were, of course, a few close calls witheither Janey or Mom coming home early but I had developed an elaboratepractice of covering my tracks and being able to change back in.