“Strap it on me, Tilly.” she said. “And then mount me and ride. If you say you don’t know how I’ll tell you you’re lying to me. Every g...rl knows how to do that.”I knelt up and unfastened the strap-on and began to put it on my Nan then stopped.“What’s wrong?” she asked. I just smiled at her and bent my face down and kissed her swollen pussy lips. That was it. I couldn’t stop there and let my tongue explore between. She was saoking wet and delicious. A small hard clitoris and a lovely. See how it forms, feel how it gathers between your legs. That's a diaperyour wearing. That's what babies were. Your a baby now. Go ahead and touchit. That's what makes you a baby besides that wonderful bath, oil andpowder. Here, pin it closedWrap yourself in it. That's one new layer of protection and I'm not talkingabout going potty either. It's your protection against the adult side. Howcan you be an adult with that soft cotton tapering down to your thighs tobunch up and disappear between. I had told her that when I dress I want toexperience life as much as I can as a woman. The irony of it is thatI could never reach that goal. I only stay in the house and will notexperience how people treat women in different situations. BesidesHeather I could not socialize with other women and have that bonding.I loved knowing and experiencing things only women know. In my mind Iwas part of the sisterhood. Knowing the feel of hose on shaved legs,the feeling of being able to take those same hose. .Par uncle mane nahi. Uncle 2ungli dal die gaand me. Mom ka sound normal se jada hua.Phir uncle tv ka sound bhadha die. Phir unhone apna lund dhire dhire 4-5 bar me mom ke gaand me dal dia.Mom jhor jhor se awaj kar rahi thi..Unke gaand se khoon bhi nikla. Phir 3-4 min baad uncle ke lund se pani type muth nikla ..Wo mom ke gaand pe gira dia aur kiss karne lage mom ko.Phir wo bole mai chalta ho sone ghar me…Mom nangi uthi aur I pill kha li aur wo kapre phene lagi… Phir mai bhi waha se jaldi nikal.