He looked a little stunned when I told him. He abruptly changed the subject, I could tell that he was uncomfortable talking about it. We drove and tal...ed for a little while longer when I told him that I was still half asleep, and needed a cup of coffee. I pulled into the drive through, ordered my coffee and asked him if he wanted one. He told me that he had just enough money for train fare, so I offered to buy it for him. At this point, we were about 2 miles from the train station. Down the. “Give me your right hand,” I ordered. She obeyed. In the webbing between her thumb and first finger, I tattooed one single tiny blue dot. She looked a bit confused but said nothing.We packed up my shit, got dressed, and checked out. I made Sarah return the key. When she returned I could tell that she had been heard as far away as the model office. She was red faced and crying. I pulled in beside her car. She threw her arms around me, “I need to see you again,” she said, “No one has ever made. I had become so use to being female by now I didn't even think about theroutine of makeup, hygiene and the clothing. Alright men staring at mestill freaked me out, being a small guy and bullied all the time in schoolbecause of it I was use to feeling vulnerable but still as a women it wasa whole new level. Guys, god I mean I wasn't Pamela Anderson, I wasaverage at best but still, it seems as long as a woman is moving I guessthat's enough at least for some guys.Speaking of which the I had. Ma always rebuffed any exploration of her rear end, an idea planted in my head through reading a dirty magazine. Granted, I didn’t even try until the early sixties, but Ma made it clear she wasn’t interested. Still, I persisted with the occasional stray finger scraping over the dark pucker between her cheeks.By the time Sergeant Pepper’s came around, Ma was tolerating extensive rubbing of her buns and the occasional first-knuckle-deep probe at the point of orgasm. I had tried to get into.