Everything fit just fine,although I had to take extra care to make sure that my manlies did notembarrass me when I wore the leotard. Mom only smiled w...en she sawthat everything fit, and I changed into my jeans to do my class work.Since everything was done by email, I was able to send in my work fromhome, still able to continue attending classes as a girl. The next daywas a repeat of the first, except that mom was gone when I got home,only the note that asked me to come home for the weekend. His finger hesitated against her labia, then began, of its own accord, to work gently inside.The tip was in her, in his mother's cunt lips, and the heat it found there was succulent, an alluring inner warmth that moved right up his wrist, on up his arm. His mouth was dry now, and he took it from the opulence of her tit, breathing harshly, his brain whirling with keen excitement. His finger probed deeper, moved on up into the wetly clinging grip of the pussy itself, until it was buried to the. Then she pulled her hand up, grabbed his cock and started giving him an intensive handjob. They still hadn’t broken their kiss. In a few minutes, he pulled back and whispered in her ear “If you don’t stop that I’m going to cum.”“I want you to cum for me. I want to feel it. Go ahead Alan, cum for me.” And with that, she had a handful of steaming hot man goo. She thought to herself how glad he was a “dribbler” and not a “shooter” so she didn’t have to deal with a cum splat on her dress. But she. "That's wonderful!" I exclaimed."I think so too. Mom Andrea spoils me," she giggled."Come on," I said, helping her up. "We gotta talk to somebody."I put the sleeping Rachel in her crib and held Gwen's hand while we walked to their room for my confrontation with Millie. I walked in without knocking and caught Millie pulling her nightie over her head. Her eyes went wide when she saw me."Hi," she said."Hi yourself. I understand you want to keep Gwen a secret," I said, my voice level."Yee-aah," she.