I watched her with increasing arousal as her juice-smeared face moved between my legs.I gripped her head and started to grind my cunt on to her face, ...ressing down hard against her open mouth, I could feel my clit rasping against her teeth. I wailed, "Oh God Lena, you're making me cum, uhhh yes, yes uhhhh... God... uhhh yes." As my orgasm peaked, I thrust my hips hard enough to push Lena off balance and she toppled backwards, a shoe coming off as she fell. She lay back on her hands, her skirt. I opened my eyes and saw that same woman standing next to my aisle. "Oh hey." I innocently said looking up. "Oh hey!?" she said with a condescending air. "You spill coffee all over me, don't apologise and all you say is...Oh hey!" "I tried to apologise, you waved me off." Her charcoal grey suit was gone replaced with a very conservative Sundress, canary yellow. It reminded me of something Emma Rosemont would wear to the annual Chruch Picnic. "That's a very lovely dress." I said trying to break. I tired not to rush it, but in that position the tongue is almost always working from her clit to her pussy galore. My hands couldn’t very well reach her tits, but they were free to squeeze her tight ass and finger fuck her open pussy. When I had my finger well lubricated with her dripping honey I began to explore her ass. I’ve never been big into anal, but I wanted to know if she was. The ease with which she opened to my probing and the not so soft moaning told me that my finger was most. One day when I got home fom work I saw my son Gussy dressed as I dress, a skirt; blouse; and nylons; and my heels which he seemed to have learned to walk in, and rather well. He had a pair of my silver half-square reading glasses hanging across his boobs which was simply a bra stuffed with socks and from who knows where a wig that looks the way I wear my hair and I had to admit to myself I was quite pleased my son had a desire to look like his mom.I felt bad he is a son with no brothers or.