"Sorry, pussy fart." "A WHAT?" and we both started laughing. It took us several minutes, and a few more pussy farts, to calm down. Becky looked over a... the alarm clock next to my bed. "I'm sorry, but I better get going. I wish we had more time." "Me too." She got up and went to the bathroom. I stayed in bed for about a minute, then followed her, but stopped a few feet from the open bathroom door and stared at her. She was brushing her long blond hair in the mirror, still naked like my own Lady. I breathed a sigh of relief as the blissful silence returned to the happy bedroom. But the device had done its job, and I was awake. I glanced over at the offending clock. “Did you really set your alarm for 6:30 in the morning on a Saturday?”, I asked more annoyed than curious. I was proud that despite my annoyance, I was able to ask in Michelle’s voice, rather than Michael’s.“Yeah”, she said groggily, rising slowly from the bed, stretching her arms, and giving her back a little twist. “I. I was looking into her eyes she was so focused on my dick. I gave a kiss on her lips. She was confused “What’s that for?” “You’re looking beautiful mom” and I started kissing.My mom “I think we shouldn’t do it” I never listened what she was saying I kissed her for very long time, she started responding slowly. I started pressing her boobs. She was moaning very loudly I was waiting for her moan. The moan which led me crazy for past few days. I removed her nighty she was lying in the sofa with. Technically it wasn't herown car, as it was leased to the company, but at least she had a wayto get around town.The last thing she did before going to bed was to look at her newdriver license. She had no idea how Robert had done it so quickly, butshe now had a license with her female name and gender on it. This newlegal status gave her peace of mind as the last thing she wanted wasto be pulled over and have a male license. She looked in the mirrorand looked hard at her reflection and she.