Whispering, Melissa asked, "Does my pretty baby like what she sees?" I could only answer with a breathless "yes." Rising from the bed to meet her, w... locked in a passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. All the fantasies, thrills, and desires now began to rush through my head, making me weak at the knees. "Melissa, let's talk, I want to know all about you, you are my dream come true," I said. "Sweetie, first let's finish making you pretty and we can talk while I finish making you look. We spent a lot of time in shops deciding what outfits I should wear. Inever saw so many girlish clothes before that were frilly and were socute. I was dreading that it would be me that would have to wear theclothes. The one fun thing is that my aunt said these pageants are soexpensive. She used more money that she would earn in a month.By the time the pageant came, I was getting used to the hair and being agirl. I did not think of it a lot and was even starting to like playingwith dolls and all. With this, my eager expectations took a bit of a nose dive, but I nevertheless was determined to keep pushing her.The next day I reported to the guys all that Margie had said. I assured the guys that I was going to keep working on her, and then one of the guys suggested that, seeing as she admitted getting excited by talking about it, they should write a message to her, and perhaps that would excite her.I gave them her private email address, and that night after dinner, she opened her emails,. He was the first thought in her head on awaking every morning, she could think of nothing else but her son's eyes on her cunt as he pulled her panties up and made sure they fitted snugly around her mound, it became an obsession and she would often masturbate with her thoughts on when they would do it, when she would feel his lovely little penis inside her body!It happened sooner than she'd expected, one morning as she was in the kitchen making coffee, he came up behind her and slipped his.