I mean thats something you see on a porn video." "Well i've never done it either so i think it would be kind of fun." "I guess so mom." I was hesitent...to say yes as i answered her back. "So how we gonna do this?" "Ill just kneel in between your legs and when your ready just start peeing. Dont pee on my face or in my mouth." So my mom kneels between my legs with her tits 3 inches away from my dick. "So you ready mom?" She opens her mouth as a joke then closes it real fast smiling at me. 5. "Brent!" She called him.He looked back and she now had her sweater and her bra lifted up to her neck. Her breasts that he had realized just a few minutes ago were bigger than he originally thought were now completely exposed. His suspicion was confirmed.He did not need anything more than that. He immediately got up and walked over to her. She pulled her sweater down and jumped off the bars. She stepped close to him immediately and he wrapped his arms around her as he grabbed her ass through her. "You'll get worse and you'll get better Michele; that's the life of a working girl here in Chelmsford!" the crossdressed freak standing in front of me explained matter of factly."That's just it!" I cried."I'm not a girl! I'm not Michele; my name is Mike and I'm a businessman not a woman! And you are not Carmel; some kind of bawdyhouse Madam; as you like to pretend! You're Craig! A guy in a dress, pretending to be a girl! You're just a sad, pathetic, transvestite prostitute living in some made. Over the next six years Polly and I bought a house and did all the things that happily married couples did. Polly worked hard and received several promotions and she eventually became the executive secretary to the president and CEO of the company she worked for. I was glad for her, but not so glad for me. Being the boss's secretary sometimes meant late hours and once or twice a month she had to accompany him on a business trip. I hated it when she was gone because it meant that a part of me.