She hadbeen encouraging his cross-dressing long before he had met and marriedHelen and she was a doll. Typical New York, with too much hair and toomuc... makeup and way too much attitude, she had sold him a lot of clothingbefore he had ventured out of the closet.It was her gala fundraiser for the local Gay, Lesbian, and Transgenderedorganization where Frankie had met Helen waiting at the bar for drinks.Missy always referred to herself as Frankie's fairy godmother.Now the two of them crowded. I had been screwed so many times in the back seat of that car that it almost felt like a boudoir to me. It was solid black and sat low to the ground on tires and wheels that set me back almost the price of the car itself.I didn't realize when I bought it that it had been used for a few years by the Sheriff's as an unmarked car for the anti-drug squad. All I knew was that when I went on an appointment into some tough areas to do an hour of private dancing or special massage therapy, I could see. ' I knew I wasn't making any sense.'Oh, Tony, you're so friggin' cute! Don't worry about it! I don't mind! You're my little brother, for god's sake!! Relax and have fun! I'll talk to you tomorrow!' Another kiss on the cheek and she was gone, leaving me standing there alone, heart pounding. Well, she's OK with it; I won't have to worry about getting noticed anymore...15 minutes later, as I sat alone near the back again, still hoping to avoid being visible to Missy, the groom came over and asked. Her parents room was directly above. I recall she said she could sometimes hear them talking through the heat vent, so I really had to be quiet. The light from her side table was enough to penetrate her nightshirt; she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I drank in the sight of her nipples and hip bones poking out against the thin material, and the faint outline of her small bush. I walked over, grabbed her hands and pulled her closer to the light. I knelt down in front of her. Sliding my hands.
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