“Stop it, Anna,” I chided myself. “You don’t even know her. First of all, she’s probably dating someone. Second of all, she would never like... you, and third of all, you probably aren’t even into her.” I knew the last one was untrue, but I could never resist giving denial a chance, as evidenced by my three-year refusal to accept my gayness. While I was struggling against my innate desires, Helen entered the living room without my hearing. Suddenly, I felt a hand tap my shoulder. “What are you. ’ ‘No,’ I said. ‘No what pussy boy!’ he shouted. ‘No sir, I would want you to tell my wife and neighbors that I’m a good little cocksucker sir,’ I said in return. ‘Good, then let’s keep that way and everyone will be happy pussy boy. I’m sure I’ll have another package for you next week pussy boy. Maybe you can slip into a pair of your wife’s bikini underwear before I arrive so you’re dressed like the pussy boy you really are.’ With that, he wiped his limp dick across my face leaving a trail. Sally and Maria had promised to do some shopping forDorothy as usual, but as we weren't available on the usual Fridayafternoon, we had to get her groceries and drop them off a day late.She had confirmed that she could manage till then.After getting Dorothy's and our own groceries, we left our shopping inthe car boot. Then we went back for a coffee and window-shopped fornew clothes for me - for Dave, that is. I was wearing a typicalcasual outfit but everything felt heavy and rough and fitted. I kissed every inch of it and no wonder she enjoyed every bit of it.As I came near the thighs, I waved my hands into her frock and tried to feel her. As i made my way up, i had almost removed her frock. Her frock was way up and I could see her white panties. I put my finger down her pussy and she moaned. She moaned like never before. Her moaning made me feel better and hornier. I kissed her as if she was a goddess.As I tried to remove her panties, she stopped me from doing it but I tried to.