Still ten minutes. Come on," I thought to myself. "She hasn't spoken to her mother properly for Heaven knows how long. Stop being impatient." So I dug... an opera CD out and started to play it quietly. That calmed me down and I waited patiently until the pizzas were ready. Morag wasn't but I went through and signalled to her. She nodded and waved in acknowledgement. I went back and dished up the pizzas and put them back in the warm oven, which I had had the forethought to turn on. I hadn't been. Lucia or Lucian, she loved him she said ... or her.Maybe she was right.Maybe the whole gender thing only mattered in the outside world, where you were pressured to choose – or rather: where people chose for you. Maybe out there you needed an identity. Here at Norton’s they all knew who they were, whatever they were – and so did he ... she.He was the tall thin blond creature that knew how to run and jump a gym horse, do a split or make a summersault. Like all the others he knew where to put his. The long cane under her arm twitched as her finely aged breasts heaved on seeing the prospect of her enjoyment approach, Arne's naked balls joining his anus in its tingling as he noted her nipples swell below the fabric of the gown, and the softly lined face break into a sneer to express her excitement.'So this is the male who spoiled the silk? Thank you for bringing him Sheba, I'll soon determine if he's worthy of wearing the shroud at one of our little ceremonies; I take it he still wishes to. She watched and enjoyed the sight of his large tool. Her eyes were fixed on his cock, and the tip of her tongue stuck out of her small perfect mouth. Dorman watched in amazement as the hot wife continued watching his cock as her tongue would slightly lick her lipstick covered lips. He knew it was only a matter of time before his married neighbor would be wrapping them around his dick. He grinned in anticipation of what he had in store for her. Mrs. Jackson was lost in the moment of craving her.