"I expect you to make me supper and," I paused, deciding to push him further, "I expect you dressed completely as a girl." What?" he asked, confused."... want you in a dress, wearing a bra, panties, your wig, make-up and stockings, not pantyhose, stockings." "Oh," he answered, clearly uncomfortable with this condition."Use your Mom's clothing or whatever you need to do, but I want you looking pretty for me. Tomorrow night you are not Eric, you are Erica. Is that understood?" Yes," he answered,. That cleaned, she bent forward till she was covering the wet end of my stiff tool with her warm lips, my god, that feeling! With the strength of regeneration of youth, my tool again began to strengthen, even I was amazed, her powerful suction and her use of her tongue beyond words, this homely, loving woman I had known since I was born was showing a side that I had never before seen. I reached out my hand, fondled her breasts, then slid my hand into her sex, the effect as I found that tiny nub. I didn’t wear any undies as the bus journey was long and I wanted to be relaxed.Kamya was wearing a saree and as usual she was looking good. The bus started on time and we got settled down, it was very dark inside and we hit the highway. She was feeling sleepy she was bouncing her head here and there.I then took her head on put it on my shoulder so that she can have a support. When I did that she opened her eyes and gave me smile and put back her head on my shoulders again. When she did that. “It was really great seeing you again,” she said and tried offering me a hug, which I reluctantly accepted seeing as I was at work. Later that week, I decided to call on her. I drove past her house. It was a nice, upper class home, and after driving by it a couple times, I pulled in the driveway. My beater in her driveway, I thought. No big deal. I knocked. She answered. We hugged. It to me was a longer than usual hug but let me say this. Her hug, her body overall, and her arms around me like.