Lying in bed with her mother busying herself around the house reminded her of when she lived at home and it was comforting. Sophie could feel the rais...d ridges left by the tawse on her bottom. She could hear the hum of the vacuum cleaner then the sound of dishes being cleared. Nicely curled up in bed; Sophie’s fingers found her wet folds. Celia passed the bedroom door pausing briefly as she heard the unmistakable wet click-click-click sound of self pleasure. An hour later Sophie woke from her. ." I should be grateful just to be able to grow a beard at all?" I ask."Believe me, I am. I sometimes feel sympathetic for MtF transsexuals, youknow? We've both got difficulty 'passing', this damned bandage around mychest is proof of that, but you look at someone, see stubble and think'definitely male' without a second thought never mind if they're wearinga shirt or a dress. And if they're wearing a dress, well, god helpthem... Reckon if I lost my mind and pulled on a dress, I would have ahard. Dressingthe way I had before Megan took over my life would be totally out ofcharacter for me now."Let's try one on," Julia interrupted. We had a lot of work to do to makesure each one had the proper fit. But I couldn't keep myself fromchuckling again at Amy's look as I walked toward the first outfit.---On Thursday morning Dad insisted on driving me to the building that wehad been using for the dress rehearsals. I couldn't figure out why hewanted to, because I had already made him promise to. Her body was wracked with convulsing quivers. Her legs flinched and a grunt escaped her throat but was stopped short by the mound of her mother's tit.Slowly, her mother's finger slipped inside Tess's waiting pussy. It felt rough and scratchy against the only slightly wet cunt walls. But it felt good, and it filled up her empty cunt just right.She wriggled her ass, rotating her pussy around her mother's finger. Dianne twirled her finger around in Tess's cunt, feeling the soft contours of the hot.