For the first time in my life Ifound myself wishing that I was a real girl instead of just a pretendone. As I took off the suit Darla exclaimed, "I wa... wondering how youmanaged to fill out your top so naturally. Ooh! You have Add-A-Cup breastforms. Would it be all right if I tried them on?" Before I could answerher she was tucking them into the top of her baby blue bikini. "Wow!" was all I could think of to say. "You like?" she asked me. The breast forms coupled with what natureprovided her. I took another drink, nodding at her words feeling the liquid go some way to cool the heat I felt more from embarrassment than sun.Then I felt mums hand on my knee.It was a gentle touch, and one she had done many times in the past as she showed concern about me. But this time it felt a little different.“You sure everything’s OK son?” she asked.I nodded, but then tensed a little as I felt her hand rise above my knee.“You and Becky are still good aren’t you?” she asked, her hand still, but her. So eventually we got to the subject of past boyfriends and girlfriends. Obviously her track record was a bit more extensive than mine. She explained to me all of her old boyfriends; their habits, their interests and even their individual cock sizes... which are all bigger than mine by a few inches (I stand at a good 7 in on a good day.) Needless to say I felt ashamed, but at the same time I got a nice adrenaline rush and began to masterbate. I exploded within 5 min. So I asked her to keep. "Absolutely!" I answered. "Although my husband is very much in controland is without question the dominant partner in our marriage, we havebegun thinking about owning a sissy maid very much like the one youdescribe in your story. We are also open to having a female slave, butwe are primarily interested in owning a sissy maid."She laughed out loud and without caring about how the other patrons ofthe coffee shop were beginning to stare at us. "Great minds," she saidfinally, reaching over and.