And then he heard the doorknob twist.“Why is this door locked? Wes? Are you in there?” his mother demanded.“Uh, yeah! Just taking a shower, Mom!...�� Wes shouted.“You don’t take showers with the door closed! We talked about this!”“Sorry! I’ll open it now!”Frantically, Wes wiped his lotion-covered hand on his thigh, and tucked the porn magazine under a stack of folded towels in the linen cabinet.“You’d better not be doing what I think you’re doing!”“No Mom, I told you, I’m taking a shower!” Wes. "So what's really going to happen?" I asked. "I mean between us." What do you mean?" she asked. She was stretching the lavender panties back and forth in her hands. "I think you showed me last night that you don't really care about us. Apparently I'm not good enough to keep you away from slutty tramps." Cammie, that's not true," I said. "You know that isn't true. I care about you a lot." I 'know that isn't true'?" she asked rhetorically. "How the fuck do I know that?" she shouted. "You want to. But she easily controlled him, using them to move him around to where she wanted him, tugging him down into her pussy. As he went down she gave his balls a little squeeze and he grunted as she moved her hips forward, leaning back into the sofa and spreading her legs further apart. I could see his two big hanging testicles under him, swaying slowly as he pumped! I remember wanting to grab his balls. To feel them in my hand. They looked so big and heavy! I wanted to control him with them like I. Practice makes perfect and I am always obsessive about all of the details that it takes to go from a boy to an attractive girl. When a person sees me in all-out feminine drag as the girls say, it is hard to read that I am anything less than female. Being almost model like slim, narrow wasted and well-practiced in everything from my high heeled walking to my deftly feline mannerisms.I am skilled in speaking and have practiced the mannerisms of a female when I am dressed. Dozens and dozens of.