There was a time not so long ago when I had some, let's say, questions about my own sexuality. Don't get me wrong, I'm basically a red-blooded heteros...xual male, but I'm not insensitive to feelings like that.”“Oh, Uncle Jack, what on earth do you mean?” said Tessa. “You mean you fancied other men? Maybe still do?” she asked archly.“No, not any more, but something happened about five or so years ago, before I met Megan, that, how can I put it, sowed the seeds of doubt in my mind.”“Do tell,” said. ” Jack said.“The naked girl looks good as well.” Oliver added.I gave a little laugh and said,“You’re looking at the scenery Jack!”“All I have to do is turn my head and I can see the real thing, besides, I’m going to see a lot of the real thing from now on.”The image changed and the guys started to concentrate on the screen giving the odd comment as the images changed.When my first spreadie appeared on the screen I smiled to myself thinking how good I looked. Then an image of my spread pussy. We were giving each other gentle french kiss. Then during our kiss, he slowly put his one hand on my right boob and started massaging it. I broke the kiss and started removing his shirt. He removed my t-shirt. Then I started kissing his cheeks, eyes, nose, ears.I came down and started licking his neck, started kissing his hairy chest, kiss his both nipples. And then again we started kissing each other. While kissing he removed my bra and jeans and panty. Now I was totally nude against Dharmesh.. LIttle girls want so badly to be big girls like their mother and I was noexception. That's why I wanted to wear her clothes and emulate her. Mymother understood that and that is why she was so generous with herwardrobe. She knew I was playing a childhood game of dress-up with herclothes behind my locked bedroom door.Her hand me down clothes were for me and the cute jeans and top fromMacy's junior department were for her. As I said before, my mother is avery logical and practical person. .