Follow me, and bring the wine bottle” she said.We walked into the living room and sat on the couch.“Sit at the far end from me” she said.Miriam ...urned the television on and started the VCR. She had a porn film loaded and ready to go. I sat down, and Miriam sat on the far side of the couch. She turned and put her feet on my lap.“Rub my feet and see what happens” she said.I slipped her shoes off. She was wearing stockings, and the nylon felt sleek and sexy under my hands. I started to massage her. Everyone was friendlyand made me feel welcome. At no time did I sense any suspicion of my notbeing female. Perhaps due to my appearance and adopted mannerisms or tomy feeling so naturally feminine. I had really adapted to this newlifestyle.I learned my duties quickly. They involved many things since I was a"fill-in" worker. Everything from answering phones to filing, billing,and delivering mail. I enjoyed the variety and it afforded me theopportunity to meet all the staff. They were very. .. it was a fantasy she was willing to make a reality. Even if she didn't quite know it yet.The mother got ass fucked by her husband while imagining it was her much bigger son reaming her back door and pondering if she would really be willing to suck or fuck her son if the possibility actually presented itself. That said, although she knew her son liked MILFs (and she knew what MILF meant and also knew from just looking in a mirror that she was one) and he liked nylons (and she always wore. I saw Jenni look to her mom, but not her dad. Then she answered. “Eight.” I could feel the eyes of our dads bounced to and from her chest as they imagine what her boobs looked like.Next to spin was my mom. She spun the bottle with a deliberate speed which showed she undoubtable had a plan and knew what she was doing. The bottle stopped on Becki’s mom. Becki’s mom grinned, “We need to start using a bottle she isn’t familiar with.”“Truth or Dare? Britany.” Mom asked. “Dare.” Becki’s mom.