Kate had arranged to visit her parents at the weekend, saying we hadsomething important and deeply personal we wanted to share with themface to face a...d not to worry we'd see them soon.The day came when they would see me as a woman for the first time, andI wanted to look my best for them. I took extra care with my appearancethat day, I wanted an elegant and sophisticated look.As soon as Kate's mum saw us she knew, without us saying anything, whatwas coming. She took my hand, giving it a little. . Whack ... Whack” Tamara was punishing the pads, that I was holding, with her punches.Tamara and I were in the middle of her regular workout session. I was her personal trainer, and had been for the last couple of months. I had found her to be dedicated, and easy to train. Plus she was very easy on the eye.“Wow ... you’re really going for it today” I commented as I braced myself for the next impact. She was hitting so hard that she would have knocked me off my feet otherwise.“I’m pissed off”. Born in rural Alabama, Ms. Stone worked in brothels and as a call girl, arriving near here in 1968.Never one to conceal her past, Ms. Stone always spoke candidly about her profession as a prostitute. She often referred to herself as an old whore when addressing women's professional organizations and she was proud of the more than three decades she called her benevolent period. She championed women's rights, serving on the Governor's committee on battered women.She was preceded in death by her. She saw where I was looking, and she looked down at it and stroked it softly with her hand. Then, so as to show us what it was, she unbuckled the bikini bottom she was wearing and then pulled the dick thing out of her pussy. It had another, shorter but thicker, dick on the other end, what was up inside my momma's pussy."What is that, momma?" Sweet Pea (that was her nickname for me), don't be upset, this is just a... a toy. It's a sex toy for... for women who want to fuck each other."I looked at.