There's no mystery, then, that Ifind the combination of the sexes and genders that shemales represent tobe my real cup of tea. I'm a ladyboy lover, an... proud of it. Being ashemale lover is, it seems to me, the logical and inevitable outcome ofbeing a porn addict.Since buying the mirror, I surf the 'net more than ever, and I alreadysurfed it more than most, even before my purchase. I'm on my computerfrom dawn to dusk on the weekends, and as often as possible during theworkweek. If I could, I'd. I just can't." Please, Mom. Let me." No."Suddenly, Mom clasped me tightly to her, my upright cock pinched against her soft belly.She whispered harshly, excitedly, into my ear, "Do you want to lie on me? I'll let you on top and you can rub yourself on me. Would you like that?"Desperate for any action, I nodded, "Yeah, yeah."Mom turned and walked to the bed. I caught up to her as she leaned one knee on the edge, poking my hardon between her legs."Hurry," I gasped.Mom quickly flipped over onto her. A very attractive young woman joined our group, I guessed that she was a student, and so I made an effort to include her in our little group.“Hi! I'm Bill Smith. I'm guessing that you are a PhD student. Am I right?”“Yes. I'm Suzanne Jones. I'm in my first year of a PhD at Adelaide Uni.”I introduced her to the rest of our little group, and we all chatted together for a while, until the booze ran out and people started to drift away. As I started to drift away too, Suzanne seemed to drift with. Where is your church? I will meet you there." I gave her the address and instructions on how to get there along with where to park. I thanked her for agreeing to come. I told her we were looking forward to seeing her there.We parted ways. On the way home, May smirked, "Dad's got a date." I said, "No. She is your sister's teacher and she is merely meeting us for Sunday school and church. It's a challenge for her since she's never been. Keep that in mind tomorrow. I invited her to join us for.