. In Padley Gorge, the young ladies I see who aren’t hikers don’t dress like that. They stand out because they are graceful and elegant. Come to t...ink of it, they aren’t all that young, but they do share the grace and elegance.From time to time, I may be sitting and leaning against a tree, or perched on a log or boulder, just soaking up the ambience. Doing that, I’ve been approached on occasion by ... people. Mostly female, but not always. But always dressed ... differently. One I’ve seen more. I opened my door and we went through to the sitting room and Janet sat on one of my couches. "What would you like", I asked."Surprise me", was her answer.Normally I have a few bottles of Bud and not a great deal else. I found a half bottle of Southern Comfort and a little lemonade. That would have to do! I poured them out and took them through to Janet. She looked quite at home on my couch. So I sat next to her and handed her her drink.We chatted for a while as we sipped our drinks. Janet. This surprised her and she started to resist and get away from me.And then I started to squeeze her both melons fiercely. This didn’t go down well with my mom. She said, “This isn’t right son,” angrily. Then I asked her, “So then was it right, what you were trying to do with my dick in the morning?”My mom got stunned by my question. She stopped resisting and without a question, she turned over. For the first time, I kissed my mom on her juicy lips. After the kiss, my mom insisted on going to. She was semi hard throughout this and never achieved full erection. On a 10 scale with “1” being totally flaccid and “10” being so hard she could hang a towel on it, I’d say she was at a “7.”These two strong ropes where a totally different story and not at all like that initial spurt of semi-runny liquid. The taste, smell, and texture were ‘all male’ to me and there is this flood of emotion that ran through my head as we locked eyes on each other. I had this sexy as hell good looking trans girl.