1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    out to the curb, raise your arm, and cabs will stop to pick you up. Out in Queens you telephone the cab company, and they send one for you. So it was that I called a taxi that Thursday morning to go into Manhattan to keep my luncheon appointment with Helen. I was about to become a call-girl. My first night in Edith's apartment had been generally quiet. The three of us had chatted about many things over dinner. Sarah might have had a weak and frail appearance, but her mind was still active. She might occasionally forget small things, but she was nowhere near senility at all. She wanted to know all about me, and where I had been all these years. Edith told her that I had been living with an American f****y, and concocted a story about how she had sent me to America as a baby after her R.A.F. lover had been killed in the war. She reminded Sarah about how difficult things had been for them in England, and how they had talked of going to America. Edith said that she had been able to send me to an orphanage in New York. I said very little, and just nodded along with the story. Sarah took it all in like an actress learning a script. She did not buy it, but would play her part as grandmother as Edith was writing it. It would harm no one to do so. Edith offered me a glass of sherry after dinner, and Sarah had one too. &#034It's a habit we picked up in England,&#034 she said. Sarah settled down to watch television, and Edith asked me, &#034Shall I give you the grand tour now?&#034 It ...
    was as good a time as any, so I said, &#034Sure,&#034 and followed along after her carrying my drink as she did. The apartment was large and nicely decorated with each room having its own sort of special character. The front door opened into a tiny foyer with a coat closet. This led into the large living room with its terrace looking to the northwest, and a distant view of the extreme western reaches of Long Island Sound. Beyond the living room was a large offset that was almost a room by itself. This was the formal dining area leading into a large, modern kitchen with a small breakfast nook affording much the same view as the terrace. Along the left wall of the living room as you entered from the front door was the hallway with its four doors. The bathroom had a separate bathtub and shower stall. My room was, so far, rather plain, but I would change that soon. Sarah's room was very old world Victorian. Edith's room was very modern, but its most striking feature was a life size oil painting of a blonde woman, standing in a very provocative pose, and totally nude. The features of the face were so lifelike that I started to ask just as Edith stopped me, saying, &#034Before you have to ask, it is me. It was painted a long time ago, and there's a story to go with it. I'll tell you over some wine... someday.&#034 Edith looked strangely at the portrait, but I did not press the question. She would tell me when she was ready. That night on the couch in my room was all right, but I ...
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