My young head swam. Once I discovered masturbation at the age of twelve my mom was the primary star of all my fantasies even though I was very uncert...in how sex functioned other than the very basics. Sexual information was not as easily obtained as it is today. All I'd ever seen of a nude woman up to that point were in Playboy magazines my friend had "borrowed" from his older brother. I dreamed how my mom would look nude. Did she have a lot of hair between her legs? While my mom was married I. With my look, it was easy to go between being Fred and Frieda. If I hadsomething going on with my friends, Frieda would often come out afterschool and almost always on weekends and holidays.Mother was so happy when she had a 2nd daughter. In many ways, ourrelationship was much better when I was Frieda. She was always taking meshopping and my wardrobe and jewelry box kept growing.As the year progressed I found that I wanted to spend more time asFrieda. After our winter break, I wore girl jeans. Meanwhile, Sasha had got her camera again and was snapping pictures of me as I knelt and stroked and licked, immortalising my performance as a sexy slut.I could tell what those pictures would show because the image was imprinted in my mind, it was part of what was turning me on. I just imagined the sight that Sasha and Ed and Alex were watching, me, their friend for some years, in a blonde wig and slutty make-up, dressed in just a thin pink babydoll, its underside pushed shamefully aside by my. I reached down to feel her firm, taught ass which always looked mesmerizing whether she wore a pencil skirt or plain black dress pants. She moved her hands up to my solid 42” chest to loosen my tie. I quickly removed my shirt, shoes and pants and she slowly unbuttoned each button on her blouse to reveal her beautiful bosom; natural C-cups so bountiful that you just wanted to lay your head on them like soft pillows. She slid her skirt down and stepped out of it. We were both left in our.