I went to see my sister, not my ex-fiancé.”
“What?!…Fuck off! Love you. “I had a fiancé named Sally. The skin of her anus followed. Sitting there on the carpeted living room floor with my face surrounded by black stocking tops and her soft bum cheeks, I could really make out the difference that shaving caused. Yet watching Caitlyn on the carpeted floor wearing high heels, sexy black stockings held up with a garter belt and the blouse with the boob cut-outs was anything but ridiculous. I moved slightly. “You’re awesome Cate,” I whispered in her ear. (“She’ll be okay, she’s been banged up. Her lipstick was the same bright red. Earlier that afternoon, yes my tongue was there, but my mind was a little pre-occupied. “Not from my ass, that’s gross.” Her index finger and red painted fingernail replaced my cock. “Do you love her too?” Jenny asked, her face even more in shock.
