..about a half dozen wigs on wig stands. They were allthe same color but different lengths and styles. What the hell would shebe doing with a bunch of...wigs? I remembered that my mom has a wig or twoso she doesn't have to do a lot with her hair but still wants to lookgood so I thought Mary did the same, or maybe her mother.I looked at the uniform, I looked at myself in the mirror with my closecropped hair and I looked at the wigs. Sooo, I took off my tee shirt andpants and put on the uniform. I. Initially, I was just kind of feeding a habit until I smoked a Benson & Hedges Menthol. I loved the effects of the menthol seemed to add to the arousal of cross dressing. In hindsight, watching women smoke has been a fascination for me. My own smoking is kind of tied into my female identity. It's kind of hard to explain. Breakfast was a ritual with mom and I, due to not seeing much of each other during the week.About a month earlier, I finally admitted to her that I started smoking and I wanted. I stroked the outside of his underwear, my hand getting wet from the pre-cum which was flowing profusely from his cock. At that moment I was taken over by the urge to taste his pre-cum and his cock. I unzipped his pants and took his penis out of his boxer-briefs. His cock felt so warm in my hand, and I was so ready to see what I could do with it. When I stroked it, trying to reenact the moment of my hand on my own cock, his cum slit winked and more pre-cum came out, and without thinking, my. Her arms pulled her tank top over her head in one swoop and unfastened her bra in the next motion allowing them both to fall onto the chair by the computer. She twisted her lips as if in a smirk and said, “Told you we should just avoid the delays and stay naked today Grandpa,” with a humorous tone of delight to her words. She unfastened her skirt and stripped it off letting it too fall onto the chair now only clad in the wet panties I had just put back on her at the dining room table and that.