"I see," the old man nodded sagely, looking Sean up and down carefully as if weighing him in his mind. "I see," the old man repeated before reaching o...ut and plucking a narrow wooden box off of a shelf without even glancing at it. "This," the old shopkeeper said, "this is what you want. No need to browse further," he assured Sean as he pushed the wooden box into his hands."What... what is it?" Sean asked in confusion, turning the box over in his hands, noting the faded gilt script that covered. He sneaked back upstairs and got dressed as quickly as he could. Being a closet crossdresser, he'd already had a lot of practice with changing in a rush, and James put it to good use. He was all dressed up in minutes, and put some finishing touched to his make-up before giving himself a final once-over in the mirror. James crept softly back downstairs, trusting the carpet to muffle his heels, and got back to the door to check he wasn't too late. He was in luck, Dave was still moaning softly. She had a good half of her left hand buried between the lips of her pussy, and the squishing noises she was making told me that, already, she wasn't far from fruition.She came faster than a 13-year-old boy at a competitive circle-jerk, and she let out a mournful-sounding cry when the orgasm hit her that sounded halfway between pure pleasure and call-the-doctor pain!Then she pulled her soaked fingers -- all four of them -- out of her steaming cunt and just lay there on her back, crying her eyes. She always wondered how large it was. She could feel it starting to wake up so she opened her legs and grinned all her pussy down on it, knowing that her short hardly coved any of it. Michael could feel all of her. The heat of her pussy was getting his dick all excited but not really him. After all he was thinking only about tammy. Oh yes tammy was where his brain was. He had been having day dreams about her all night in that tight ass sexy business suit. He knew how she was and knew he.