“I bet you’re half in the bag now, how the fuck did I not see this!” And I could see she was crying. “Linda, if you’re not a fucking alcohol...c, it’s only because you are almost there. Why the fuck would you do that to yourself? Why baby, why? We had the fucking coke and pot licked, we both have been clean for over a year now! Go ahead and let’s go talk to Rocco. Part of that treatment plan we both were put under covers things like this. For the next two years as part of our probation we can. He stared at me, puzzled at first. He relaxed once I lowered myself and squatted down. I think he knew what I was up too.I opened my mouth and placed his cock inside my mouth and I went about my business of sucking him. He caressed my hair as I did it. It inspired me even more to suck slowly then a little faster. I would suck hard around the head then swallow deep before sucking on the head again. He would pull out and slap my tongue with his cock before inserting it back inside. Slowly I deep. Shemust have begun to get used to my look, but seeing me like this, made herrealize that I was going to flaunt my new feminized style so much thatshe would never be comfortable. Grabbing her bagel and coffee sheretreated to the porch. I made a point that morning of sashaying around,being very visible and trying my best to aggravate her. Finally, shecouldn't take it any longer and left. I was beginning to finally feel Iwas cracking her resolve. By the time she returned, I had removed thecorset. Finally Sandra stepped forward, silently took the bra out of my hands, slipped it over my arms and adjusted the straps to fit my frame. I was quite surprised at how good it felt to be retained in that way, feeling a spark of excitement as my shaft slid across the delicate material inside Tricia’s panties. “You’re such a bumbling sissy panty sniffer” Tricia declared. “Now put on the dress!” I picked up the dress and slid it over my head. The soft material glided over my torso down to my waist.