The pussy hairs I wanted to leave, at least for now, otherwise how would I know how much hair I really had down between my legs.I loved my girly body,... my boobs, my pussy with its pretty slit, the slit that I was so familiar with, especially up inside it with a variety of my fingers, carrots, zucchinis, handles of just about everything in my bathroom, oh, I put everything in my pussy.I also knew my butt as it got more and more womanly, I had another mirror set so I could examine every inch of my. She went upstairs and returned with that photo from her collection of favourite memorabilia to weep over when she felt homesick. ‘Hi Oliver,’ she said to the IT man and graphic artist. ‘Ivy tells me you are in a gay relationship?’ ‘Yeah. Want me to resign?’ ‘I call that a preference, not a disgusting unholy act Oliver.’ ‘Oh.’ ‘Oliver can you work with me to produce an advertisement that will be a quarter page in magazines and will adjust easily to requested size in newspapers?’ ‘Sure Chanty,. O'Grady was impressed and she told me so. "Stan, you look sharp. You should dress up more often. Who ever this 'Sarah' is, she is a good influence on you. Will I get to meet her when she comes?"I let her wonder for a bit before I said, "Yes of course Mama O'Grady, I'm proud to have a friend and landlady like you. I am so blessed to be rooming here." She made a move to go and grab the broom, which I did deserve. I stopped her by saying, "Mama, I'm in my good clothes." She sighed and shook her. ” I pushed to tip in and moved it gently back and forth, felt so good to tease her and me. Her hips bucked at little and then I plunged it all the way in deep and hard. She let out a cry, “Fffuck yes!” I pushed against her as she pushed back on me getting my full length and squashing my balls against her soaking pussy lips. We pushed against each other like that for a few seconds and then I pulled almost all the way out and tipped her again for a few strokes. My lust got the better of me and I.