She decided that it was the accessories that make the woman. She founda purse in her closet that matched the shoes she was wearing which alsohelp the...look. The 'bet' although she supposed it was really a dare,talked about clothes not accessories. Boys don't have any accessoriesanyway.They decided that Justin was going to use his new found knowledge tofind his mom a pretty dress. Justin would do all the dress selectingthen his mom would go into the changing room and put it on. Itreminded. The girls had deepened their own special relationship apart from me. Both girls considered themselves "straight" and the developing sexual need was supposed to be a secret. I had not felt excluded and thought it provided them a deeper security. Brittany suffered deep bouts of homesickness and would slip into a lethargic melancholy. I observed Jennifer get sexually aggressive with Brittany when she was in this mood.The complex and constant barrage of stimuli of modern American life was lacking. "You okay, baby?" he whispered."No, it hurts a bit, Dad." I'll be gentle." He lay on top of me for a while without moving. He began to kiss my neck and nibble my ear lobes. Dad started to make slow jerks with his hips, and then slid his penis up and down inside of me, gently at first and then more forcefully as he continued to fuck me.I remember him saying, "I can't believe I'm inside you, sweetheart," numerous times throughout. He didn't pump for much more than a couple of minutes before he. I said that would suit me as well and I would love to fuck him silly while I pinched his nipples. He felt my cock even harder, unzipped me, and put his hot hand on my hot cock, it felt wonderful, the slippery sensation of his fingers trailing along the underside of my hard cock. Oh, I love this ride, we were so out there in tranny land.We were getting closer to SF near Stockton, not a great place to pull over, but we needed a pee break, went into a rest stop and hit the bathrooms. He had to go.