We can see the bottom part of dad. He is in sound sleep. Mom is not in our vision. Ow my good. She came with a night dress in her hand. She started re...oving her saree. I am jaw dropped. Uncle is more toward the door step. Through a small leakage we both are sneaking.Then she removed her blouse. Ow my god…. I can see the same boobs….. fighting with her bra. Uncle is right. It is so tight. She turned back. our sad luck. She removed her white color bra. I prayed the god for a better scene. But no. She soaped her hands again, and then got in with me. With her arms around me, she began washing my breasts, hers press firmly into my back. I closed my eyes, imagining Scott doing it to me. I was so lost in my dream world I didn't notice one of Sue's hands between my legs, gently washing away the frustrations of the past weeks.I turned to face her. "Your turn now."She turned her back to me, and I began the sensual massage. As before, I spent time on her buttocks, remembering how much she'd. Having found Jamie's jeans just barely toosmall, I had an idea of what brand and size might fix, and my instinctswere right. I loved the feeling of tugging the material up over myhips and ass, and then finding that the waist band fit perfectly. Istepped right out the dressing room to see myself in the main multi-directional mirror.I loved how the jeans hug tight to every curve! I guess I was stillgetting used to my transformed gender, as I couldn't get over the waythe V of my crotch was. The dress for dinner was semi formal and of the three choices available, she chose the one I liked the best. The dress was low-cut when Connie wore it, on Mary, it was a dream come true for every red-blooded American male. I expected her to fall out each time she moved, and apparently, she did also, she made every movement slow. The couple sharing our table could not keep their eyes off her chest all evening, and I must admit mine remained on her chest also. I had to be the proudest husband at.