..just desperate housewives then?" she giggled. Mickey found himself chuckle. He realised he was shocked not just by the fact she was topless, albeit ...still covering herself with her hands, but that she seemed totally unfazed by the situation."Well, to be honest, not really" he replied.Amy frowned. "Really? I'd have thought bored housewives would love having a fit bloke like you in their house," she said, matter-of-factly. Mickey grinned. "Fit bloke? That's...ummm...very kind of you." He was. I stepped into the room, keeping my eyes down. I couldn't look my father in the face. No one seemed to be saying anything. I could almost hear my own heart beating. Finally, my father said, "Mike! What is this, a joke? Why are you dressed like a girl?" I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. My mother said, "Tell your father why you're wearing a dress, dear." I said, "I like wearing dresses. I like dressing up like a girl." "Why?" he roared. "I just do." "Look at me!" I. No sense in cooking tonight, I needed a break. It felt wonderful slipping my heels off the second I walked in the door. Dropping my purse and packaged dinner on the kitchen counter gave the confirmed feeling that the day was finally through. Little did I expect what was to happen next.He must have waited until he heard my purse and keys hit the counter. Then he came up behind me so suddenly that he gave me a start. Suddenly the little buttons on my blouse are bouncing everywhere, my shirt. I shimmy down the bed and find his morning erection, feel the firm warmth against my palm, the skin soft like silk. I know every inch of his cock, the pale pink of the shaft, the rosier red of its head. I allow the tip of my tongue to explore the eye, then the head, in slow luxurious licks. I don’t rush. I don’t need to, not now. We have time. He shifts and eases into my mouth, half awake and he half groans and half sighs. I pull on the head, sucking slowly and the noise in his throat shifts to.