The sound of mom washing the utensils gave me an idea. Once I peed, I decided to relieve my raging hard-on by watching mom and shagging.I looked out o... the window. Mom was sitting on a small stool and washing the utensils. She was wearing her sexiest nightie and it was knee-high now. This nightie had a plunging neckline. I could see her cleavage well and her mangalsutra embedded in it.My dick became hard and I started to rub my penis. Suddenly I realized some movement near mom. It was our. "Well, not as Paul I don't. So I tried to give a neutral answer. "I havesome." I hope I can be as pretty as you one day."Even though I wasn't used to being a girl, it gave me warm feeling tohear that. "Aww thank you sweetie. You've made my day." And it was true.I don't think I'd ever been complimented like that before.With that, the girl skipped off. I never worked out why this girl couldremember me as male but no one else seemed to.And so I settled in for the rest of the day. I just got used. I jus want u to know iv always though about u and we seen each other grow up, I want u to be mine x" .2 days had gone and I got no reply, I thought I messed up. another day passed and I got a reply saying "I dont talk to boys I have never thought or tried. if its true you like me please dont break my heart as you have just taken it. please dont play with my emotions. if you want me im yours..". A week passed and our texts became constant to the point I said i wanted to see her and kiss her, she. “I saw you from the stage and just had to come over to see that amazing body up close. Can we move to somewhere more private?” Jenny smiled and accepted, so we followed the young stunner to the private lounge where she parked me in view of my wife but out of ear shot and proceeded to start entertaining her. For about an hour straight, the dancer was grinding on my wife while getting down to just her panties, and in the process exposed Jenny’s panties and pulled out her breasts to suckle on..