" She said. At six-two and 175 he stood three inches taller than her five-eleven.He smiled and reached out and ran a finger down her cheek, across her...shoulder and then down over her sweat stained breast. "I had the impression that maybe you wanted me to come here instead."He was right, of course, but she wasn't going to admit it ... not just yet. She ignored his finger. "What made you think that?"He put his finger just inside her partially opened blouse, in between the V of her breasts and she. His fingers wandered over my stomach. With a soft moan, I arched like a cat. In the end I could not bear it. I tried to control the situation with the rest of reason. I got up and "Leave my son"The story continues with my sonThen he grabbed my bare shoulders and looking straight into the eyes said: you know how Zbyszek told you how I was thinking I thought that I want to fuck you. I want you to be my bitch! " These words excited me even more. I realized that I was wet. My son sensed that I was. "Stan?" He heard her voice some time later."Yes?" May I use your computer, and may I use some of your money?" uh, what for?" He looked back over his shoulder at her. For someone who had been cleaning all day, she sure looked neat and tidy."I want to do a search for open stores, and then go buy some food. The pantry and refrigerator are very low on supplies." No, don't worry about that, I'll just order us a Christmas pizza."The girl turned at looked at the neat pile of cardboard pizza boxes that. One of the firstthing he did was sell his car. He didn't get much but he had creditcard bills to pay. Being a young T-girl is very expensive and by thetime he paid his student loan and the clinic had little left over.Mrs. King had taken care of his initial purchases but that had to bereimbursed.Thanks to the medications he received from the Gender Clinic he nolonger needed the gel pads in the girdles. Instead of the padded oneshe wore a 3X long-leg girdle to keep his hips at 39 inches. .