" Well yeah, but he is your son, don't you think he should marry agenetic girl and have a regular family?" Honey, I know how hard it is to be a T-girl... and both me and myhusband love my son. As long as you two are happy together, that all wewish for." "Thank you, Joan." Stop calling me Joan, honey. Call me mom" Oh, I am sorry. Thanks Mom."We stay at Jack's parent's house for a few days and we had a wonderfultime. We felt like we were in high school all over again. Since theguest room is right. I awoke to some gentle knocking at my door. I arose from my bed in a groggy sort of stupor, and put my robe on to cover my semi-erect cock. This must be Candii, I thought. My heart raced. I opened the door, not to find a tall willowy blonde with store-bought tits, but rather to find a shorter, fiery looking latina with an all-natural body. "Candii?" I asked, rather inquisitively. "Uh, no" she replied, "May I come in?".I ushered her into my room, and she began to explain that her name was. I want you all to myself. I’m selfish that way. But if it happens, I understand. Just do me a favor and don’t tell me about it. I don’t want to know. I don’t get off on knowing the women I love are attractive to other men. Any man who isn’t attracted to you is either crazy or gay.” “But if you get that ‘itch’ and can’t wait till we are together again to scratch it, I just want you to know that I give my permission in advance. No guilt trips are necessary. But I’m insecure enough that I. “We have all been watching you guys from in here, you looked tired and overdue for a break so here are some homemade quesadillas,” Annie said.“Is he being a drill sergeant, Claire?” Sarah asked.“No, he decided to go through every single Paso Step there is, and there were a few we hadn’t ever done before, but I feel great. After the break, we’ll show you the whole routine, OK?” Claire responded.“I have already called Ken, so he would be ready for the crush of orders we get after this routine.