I'm close as well but I want to wait. My gaze goes between her beautiful face and her wet, little cock under her night dress.She looks so hot in that ...ight dress but actually, she looks great in anything she wears. I'm proud to walk with her hand in hand in a public place. Most of the time she passes as a real woman. Some of my friends know the truth, though, and they seem to be quite curious about our relationship, especially about our sex life. But that's the part I don't share since it. It was everything a fledgling race car driver could want stuffed into 40 acres ... not hectares ... acres. Before the dreaded French Measurement. In that 40 acres was almost 3.67 miles of hell.The son ... poor lad ... didn’t care ... clockwise was as good as anti clockwise. On camber curves became off camber in the other direction. When he retired from the hectic and settled down ... he opened a school... ‘to keep his hand in’ or so he said ... and to satisfy his darling wife ... poor lad.Three. I believe her name was Jessie.” I turned beet red and told him to fuck off. Meanwhile, Tracy looked me in the eye, leaned over to me and whispered, “Looks like Sue got her hooks in you. She will transform you beyond your imagination. I can’t wait to see the end result. It is so obvious to us in the office that you’ll become more than a little sissy boy in women’s clothing. Look at you. Your fingernails are still polished and I can smell the scent of Chloe on you.” Oh shit! I can’t believe I. What hadshe been about to say? Every time I'd ever asked my mother about myFather, she would quickly change the subject or act like she hadn't heardme. What was it about my father that she didn't want me to know? What hadshe come so close to telling me and what did it have to do with thetwisted?With an exasperated sigh, I made my way to my bedroom. Closing the doorbehind me, I went directly to the chair I had sitting in the corner andturned it over. I pulled loose the bottom, taped inside was.