The estuary was a magical place. The day after the party, my mother and I went for a walk along the beach. The tide was out. No other soul was about, ...nly the wheeling gulls overhead. The beach was flat and firm underfoot. "Do you know," she began, "that our kiss under the mistletoe was my first in nineteen years?" Her eyes searched my face, looking for my understanding of what she meant. "Oh," I said, "you mean you want another one from me?" "Well, just one little kiss can't hurt, can it. I could tell she had nice large firm breasts from how they stood out and up in the dress. She was not even wearing a bra.Her man was good looking too. Through conversation I learned his name was Matt. The couple were also going to see a friend, but were only going as far as Fresno.Matt was in great shape. I could see his muscles rippling through his overly tight black tee shirt. A bulge in his jeans showed he had a pretty big cock. He was clean shaven and had curly type brown hair that. I looked every bit as feminine as a real girl would, thanks to my makeup practice over the years, but this ridiculous outfit called attention to me in ways that would practically call me out in an instant I stepped into the light... Not that I needed to leave my vehicle...I decided to pull up in front of Room 104.. Bottom floor. A large security light was mounted directly above the single window of the room, and it shone directly into my car. It reflected off my gold-colored trenchcoat and lit. I kicked the door closed with my heel all the time maintaining the hold I had around Eve. I felt her relax a little and a small sob seem to squeeze out of her. The grip she had relaxed and she leant back a little, lifting her face she wordlessly asked for a kiss. As with the hug, it wasn't a kiss of desire it was simply a kiss re-affirming our contact.We moved down the small vestibule and into the living room. Funnily no words had been spoken since I opened the door. She sat down and exhaled,.