Cross Dressing for Ann Again
About a week after my first amazing session with Ann, the neighbour from downstairs who blackmailed me into modelling her lingerie, I was again accosted by her on the stairs.“Hi,” she said, coming out of her front door as I was passing. “I’m glad I bumped into you” (I knew she was lying in wait behind the door watching out through the spyhole) “are you doing anything on Wednesday night?”I said I wasn’t and she said that as John and Ian (her husband and son) were going to Aberdeen to watch the...