23 hrs.until I had to call Jane I briefly entertained the idea of dress-up.NO, I told Jane I would try to stop I went to bed early and cried myselfto ...leep. I almost lost Jane today I knew I would lose her one day forgood but today was not that day. Rather it was the loss of the sexualdelight that cross-dressing gave me that was why I cried myself tosleep.I got up out of bed did the normal stuff bathroom then coffee and wentto call Jane I hoped she would want to see me. I called Jane. ” I said. “I mean I am really enjoying myself, but I’m getting a hard on and can’t help it. It’s twisted in my pants and hurts.”To my surprise Larry answered, “I am too. I guess we could undo our pants. I mean we’ve been watching their cocks and didn’t mind. Besides we still have our underwear on.”I agreed and placed the movie on pause as we kicked off our shoes and took off our pants. Without thinking I pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it on top of my pants and sat back down. My. Gradually her hands stopped stroking my back and her breathing became more regular and softer. It was plain to see that mother, even in her trance, had been aware of my passions, and that for a while I came very close to awaken in her the latent lubricity of her nature.Now that the edge of my passion had been satisfied, the realization of what I had done began to sink in. But deep inside my brain I still could feel another storm of excess lust being rekindled as I felt the warmth of her body. There was another photo, of Katie presenting the portrait to the Queen. Rumor ran rampant as to who the child was, after all it was the second time she had appeared with the Queen. One journalist almost got it right, saying she was the daughter of the artist, Damon Dawes, and the up and coming children’s writer Sisoban O’Mallory. Wonder what Sissy thought when she read that?The portraits hung in the National Gallery for three months and drew record crowds. The Gallery had bundled it up with.