Those pants of yours must be ki lling you by now. It's o.k." I stood there on shaking legs and let my wife undo my pants. The relief I felt when she ...ulled them down to my ankles was such a sweet,sweet blessing."Mommy! Look at That!" Shelly exclaimed and ran forward to rub the outline of my bulge through my shorts, but Mary was faster and whipped them down first. Instead of cloth, what Shelly got was a hand full of my hot,hard cock.Mary was resting her chin on my shoulder. She had wrapped her. My mother andsister had worked on my hair and eyebrows giving me a more feminine look.But it is my face I am looking at, my face under the slight makeup thatthey had applied. How can I, a boy, look like a girl? It scared me that Icould look... look so feminine. The changes so slight and I look like agirl.Some of it is my own fault I freely admit to that. I had grown my hairout, refusing to get it cut. I had grown it out as long as it was in avain attempt to fit in with a skate boarding group I. “What are you thinking, Vince?”“You, me, this!”“Did you enjoy it?”“Uh yes, Abby, I did and, to be honest, I was very nervous about the call. It was very different than I thought it would be. How did I do?”“You were much better than I thought you’d be. You were understandably tentative, followed my lead and got into the mood. You even took the lead a few times. I really did enjoy myself and we both came. I’m going to bed, love you.”“Love you, also.” oOo Abby talked with Morgan about the meet. As she began to refocus she felt the heat of his presence bear on her from behind. She felt his breath on her hair as he stated, in a smooth sexy tone, "I've been an admirer of your work for some time, Abigail." She shivered from head to toe from his words and she felt an ache in her loins.She managed to respond with a breathless, "Excuse me?" Turning as she finished her statement."We've met before, but you must not remember. Ever since that day, I haven't been able to get your angelic face out.