Making Esme a woman Part 2
We sat at the kitchen table and ate, and when we finished I produced a couple of chocolate mousses. I had half an idea, but Esme was either a good thought reader or had as inventive a mind as I did. She took her mousse and a spoon, and told me to lie back in my chair and spread my legs. She dropped a cushion on the floor in front of me, and kneeled down between my outspread thighs. Then, looking up at me with a really wicked smile, she spooned the mousse out and spread it all over my cock...