L had never really given a clue to me of what she might do. I offer up a bottle of wine for dinner and bare one glass she had the lot. Hum not the nor...m! We head to the country side like normal. She starts by get my pants down and play with my cock. I start to play with her pussy as it gets wetter and wetter. We are not quite out of town and she pull her tits out and and hitches the bottom of the dress up. "We're in town still" she knew but I could feel how wet she was. Ok let's see where we can. She happened to be standing on one of the silken cushions which, singly and in piles, were scattered about the room in profusion. It made her height just equal to my own. As soon as I had made the speech last recorded, I advanced and folded her in my embrace. Her soft arms were wound round me in response; and our lips met in a delicious and prolonged kiss, during which my shaft was imprisoned against her warm, smooth belly. Then she raised herself on tiptoe, which brought its crest amid the. I gently wiped a tear from her left eye with myfinger. I softly stroked her cheek and lifted up her chin. We closed oureyes and our lips touched. Our lips touched and I could taste herlipstick. It was a warm and sensual kiss which I would have loved to haveheld forever. We broke away briefly and kissed again."Walk a mile in my shoes," Lisa finally said, "Walk a mile in my shoesfor my Valentines Day gift. I'll give you a male to female makeover. Youcan see what it is like to be a girl," she. ”I miss you.“I miss you, too.”Mom arranged a bit of a reception for all the relatives who came and we need to get to that. I’ll call again when I can.“Okay. I love you, Nichelle.”Oh, I know you do. I love you, too. Good bye, Kit.“G’night.” He cancelled the call and paced back and forth in his room.Kit fully understood the subtext of Nichelle’s words. He hated confrontation. He HATED it -- as much as Nichelle hated funerals -- and, that is why he procrastinated in telling his folks. But Nichelle.