She stops crying and suggests tea, so I ask for coffee. On her return she puts the drinks down and looks me in the eye and says “I’m serious.” I...smile as she slips her summer dress off leaving a frilly bra, just coping to restrain her boobs and a pair of frilly knickers. “Well? Are you interested in helping a friend out or do I need to get drunk and let a stranger take me?” I’m not going to allow this attractive woman to give herself to some drunk to abuse her. “Amy. Amy. Come here.” I stand. I know THAT feeling," I say quietly, earning a smile from my tiredfather."I can imagine," dad chuckles. "The difference of course being that youhad to work a lot harder than I did." Well- I suppose," I shrug as I think about the recovery periodfollowing my SRS.In the four months since Christmas, having a vagina has slowly butsurely felt more and more natural, just as all of my other post-operative friends assured me it would. I still have to dilate, but onlyonce a day, and even that has. Her hands found my cock and stroked it through my briefs, while I had pulled her skirt up enough to allow me access to her panties.We kissed franticly and groped voraciously. In no time her gushing pussy had my middle finger probing it deeply while my thumb pressed firmly onto her enlarged clit making her squirm in my hands. She had poked my cock through the folds of my underwear and had a firm grip on its base as she squeezed it against my pelvis more than stroke it. Meanwhile a few buttons. The alternative is two days of hard driving back to back." I wouldn't mind going just to get out of New York for a few hours myself," he agreed. "Mom, if you're willing to stay here, and Shae, if you're willing to go with me, let's tentatively figure on doing it, at least until I can check on a few items to make sure I don't have to be around this weekend." What kind of items?" she asked."I'm not sure about the move out of Battery Park, when it's going to be possible," he explained. "To top it.