I just feel somuch the girl I've dreamt of being in all these many months. Wearing suchsoft and distinctly feminine clothes." I couldn't stop myself e...en if I wanted to. As I wrapped my arms aroundher in the biggest hug possible. Being in a dress, made up and smellingthe way a girl loves to smell, of beautiful perfume. I didn't think ofmyself as a boy right now, no I'm now a girl named Jessica. With all theexcitement and seeing myself as a sweet little girl. Somehow the knowledgeof any erection. After a few minutes, I flipped through the papers. Sure enough, she had left everything to me. Her name was taken off the house and all our accounts. On the things I needed to sign for, there were instructions to go to a lawyer and they would take care of the rest.As the shock wore off, it turned to confusion, despair and then finally, anger.She had made me a promise! What had I done? What the hell was she thinking?I stormed through the house. Most everything was still where it had been when I. Loretta delighted to see that two of her regular attendees were tribbing and almost seesawing back and forth as their very wet pussies rubbed against each other. Yes, it was all going rather well she thought as she mimicked some of the action by softly masturbating her own cunt with her long fingers, the red nail-polish making a perfect contrast to the black of her skin and the pink wetness of her open slit. She watched the action for a little while and then as she felt the familiar stirring of. Well, we've been sort of seeing each other.”Jean could feel a familiar itch in her groin. She had wanted to hear her son talk of a girlfriend. Maybe it was a form of voyeurism, the thought of the cock that so often now slid inside her cunt, sliding in a tight teenage one.“When you say, seeing each other, do you mean fucking?” she asked, looking at the handsome youth lying beside her.“Just that, kissing and a bit of touching. We haven't gone any further, for... reasons,” Rory coloured up as he.