I hung my head in shame. That was so embarrassing and mortifying tohave to admit it to her. But I had no choice. "I dress up in yourclothes," I con...essed."Excellent, I have more questions but before you answer, remember I knowthe truth. When did you 1st start dressing in my clothes and how manydays a week do you dress in them?" my mother encouraged."I started dressing in them a few years ago. I dress in them, severaldays each week," I replied in a trembling voice."That's right dear. Now,. His lips were full and sexy, and his ass had filled out his uniform pants very nicely.As he laughed at something the older woman said, he glanced my way. I had been noticing each glance he stole. They were becoming more frequent. And even though he was trying to hide the fact, it was apparent his gaze was locked on my tits each time.A soft ding sounded and the seatbelt sign turned off. He looked my way again and I turned slightly, waiting for his eyes to reach my face. I gave him a huge smile. My underwear was much sexier. Away from my parents, I’d bought some really tiny thongs in a thin cloth that barely covered my sex kit even when my penis was flaccid and were just a thin gusset in my bum crack. I’d admired myself in the mirror wearing them and saw how they clung to the outline of my penis and balls showing every detail. The thong I was wearing that time was light purple and with my cock fully erect my cock head and an inch or so of my shaft were peeping out above the waistband.. "I did not say that! I merely pointed out that his wild days were over." He said defending himself."Wesley, you don't have to explain, I know how he is." Sue stated.Jay awakened wanting to eat. Cynthia picked him up."Can I warm his bottle on the stove?" Sue asked."Sure you can! Make yourself at home!" Cynthia answered."Are you going to live here?" Cynthia asked."Yes! We are going to try it here, if it don't work out, we will probably move to Kentucky." I answered."I hope it works out then, I.