On my return my wife had made a few commentsthat could have been taken several ways. I choose theway that I understood them. It got to be a regularthi...g for her to pack my suit case. Several trips laterit was a camisole then a bra. The time seemed to fly by at a fast pace. It has beentwo years since the first pair showed up and this lasttrip the case carried a dress and makeup and heels. Theproblem that I was having was that it not only made mefeel good but, I looked good also. Under the. Some may have a preference for that, but I knew too many who complained about yeast infections. That, and a nurse I dated once told me that it’s better to trim short than to shave it all off because shaving can lead to yeast infections. So, I now have a nicely trimmed bush that I can run my fingers through.At the pool, I was treated well enough. Though I have not lived in this body from birth, I find myself able to recall details about the people around me when needed. I know who my friends. “-HHmmmmm!”“Haha, I thought you might. Let’s see how you like this then.”Before I could ask what exactly “this” was, she started to twist her hand as if she was trying to start a car, and then turned her hand to where her fingers were pointing up. Without warning, she started to drag her fingers along my g-spot, adding pressure as she would drag them along.“OHHH MYYY GOD! YES!” I couldn’t help my screams of ecstasy as she did this. Few guys would ever go down on me or finger me, and usually. "We cleaned up after ourselves and had some dinner, we sat in the kitchen talking for ages after dinner had been eaten, I started to grow hard under the table, I started to stroke my cock under the table, I think my mom knew but she did not say anything, I then felt like I was going to cum, I aimed up and when I came it was all over my cock, I did not know what to do, I got up and walked to my room, "looks like that needs cleaning up, big boy" she saidIt got to about 10pm and me and mom were in.