My hair wasn't right. It wasn't feminine enough. I began to play withit."Cute."My heart stopped.I saw her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a ...hite silk blousewith a medium length red skirt. Her red lipstick matched her outfit andher dark eye shadow emphasised her dark eyes. Her hair was kept backwith a clip and her nails were painted red. It was John's mum.I didn't dare turn round. My legs trembled and I started to feel sick.I was wearing this woman's clothes. I was wearing this. One morning I was arriving home when he passed along and I invited him in for a beer.We were sitting at the kitchen counter joking and telling some stories when my sweet Ana walked in wearing nothing but a short transparent black night gown, tight high stockings, stiletto heels and no panties; her shaved pubis was perfectly visible under the light fabric. "Oh, I’m so sorry, darling!", she exclaimed. "I didn't know you were here with Jack O’!"Even though she turned away and headed back to our. I looked up into his eyes and wrapped my hands around his hips and pulled him forward. He slipped in a little deeper, as deep as he would get. I managed a good 8" of his wonderful cock, but there was just no way I could get those last two.He was getting vocal again, "Oh yeah Chris, I'm getting close. You want this load down you throat baby, just keep doing that."I pulled back and began bobbing on his cock. I grabbed his thick shaft and began stroking, twisting my hand while sliding it up and. “What’s up?” “There’s a party on Friday night at our friend’s house,” I explained. “But, I can’t go. And Brenda is not happy about it.”“Oh, right,” said Daniel. “That’s a shame.”“Yes, it is,” I agreed. “So I need to ask you a favour.”“Okaaaay,” answered Daniel, curious. Brenda eyed me suspiciously but with a glint in her eye.“I need you to take my place and escort my beautiful Brenda to this party.”“Oh wow,” Daniel said, unable to contain a smile. Brenda turned to face me and planted a huge.