"You know those gynecology examination tables, the ones with the heel stirrups?", Joan said.Helen interrupted Joan before she could finish her thought..."Holy shit! You're not getting me up on one of those things. No way!" Me neither," Joan agreed."So let me get this straight," I said. "We need to find a model who would be willing to get up on a gynecologist's exam table and let us put fiber optic tubes up her vagina for extended periods of time?" Yeah, that's about it," Helen said, nodding her. There I wasseated on the couch. I had on a long red sequined dress, 5" red stilettosandals showing my red toenails, long red fingernails, full makeup andwig. To make matters worse, on the screen was a cute boy being fucked inhis ass and face by 2 other cute boys. She looked at me and asked whatthe hell was going on. I was caught red handed and finally told herabout my dressing as a boy. I tried to explain that I thought I had itbeat, but she was pissed that I had not told her. She told me that. If either of us wanted some sex we would just ask. It worked out way better than I thought it would. This went for the next six months. Then mom needed a place and moved in. Mom was in her mid sixties and was in great shape and a real looker. Holly and I both figured she would not be there long and would soon be off with another man. We tried to keep our sex sessions hidden from mom but she found out. And we figured mom would disapprove but to our surprise she was okay with it. So Holly and I. Her hips, bare now, nearly to her delta, seeing the crease between her legs and her round, tight rump, partially covered, partially uncovered. His inhaled breath noticeable yet again.Now sans her top, spandex down just below hips, butt viewed and touched, he watched her fingers, stretching pant down past trimmed silky blond bush, down thighs, over knees, past calves, and off one foot, then the other. He stood back to admire her view. She stepped forward and without asking, opened his pants and.