"So Gary tells me your a cross dresser in stealth mode." Stealth mode?" I repeated."You only do it in private." Gigi explained. "So have you picked ou... a name at least?"I hesitated. This was the first time I mentioned this to anyone. And Gary was so turned off by knowing anyone who would even consider trying on his mother's things. Let alone changing their name to a female one."It's (deep breath) Lori Ann. It's what my folks would have called me if I were born a girl."Gigi walked up to me and. She spun around, and embraced me. We kissed, a soul searching kiss like none I had known. If felt like we were joined at the lips.She dropped to her knees suddenly, grabbing my belt and pants with both hands. She loosened the belt, and dropped my pants to the ground. By this point, I was already straining at my jockeys."Tidy whiteys," she giggled. With that, she ripped them off me, and before I could do anything, had taken me into her mouth.She was not very skilled with oral sex, but what she. That was also a stupid question. She was talking about Randall here."Giving and receiving, oh yeah. As wake me ups go, it sure beats an Americano," he said through a lascivious grin as he swirled his coffee mug in his hand. He bounced his brows and angled a sly smile at Willow. "Come to think of it, I've beaten off a few Americanos."Willow managed to avoid laughing at the horrid pun. She knew Randall liked to exaggerate his promiscuity --play up the flamboyant bi-sexual stereotype-- because it. I began to wonder exactly how daddy's length would feel inside my wet pussy. Every time he felt down his long shaft, I pictured his cock plunging into my hot moist crevice, parting my sexual lips to make it wrap around him inside me. The perfectly round head of his cut penis penetrated and led the way inside my pink walls with precision. As daddy moved back up with his hand, I imagined my labia folding out, sliding along the ridges of daddy's firm organ; the highly sensitive nerves of them.