I was scrolling through pictures and saw a few cute girls making sure to like their pictures in between. Just mind numbing fun really. Scroll…tap…...croll…double tap…repeat. Thoughts were rolling through my head as I was scrolling…“God, shes hot”“Mmm I didn’t know she had a rack like that on her”“Man the things I would do for one night with—”*ding*Awoken from my horny stupor, I received an email to my Freudian Club account. I recently took over the club this year, and I occasionally receive. " You have underarm spray and some Paco Rabanne, neither of which isparticularly appropriate for a woman." But I'm not a ..." he stopped short as the fact he was wearing a skirt,stiletto-heeled ankle boots, a bobbed wig and breasts hit him in the softbits. "Ah!" Exactly!" she said nodding and the perfume joined the other purchases.He was as white as a sheet when he left and was struggling with most ofthe baggage too.They visited a couple more shops on the way to get some shoes, apparentlyto get. We stood facing each other in the orange light. She did not protest and I lightly kissed her on the cheek. Surprisingly, Yashodha returned my kiss– in silence we kissed each other, not as mother-in-law and son-in-law, but a full-blooded French kiss that lasted about 5 minutes. My dream had come true, I used to wonder what she would be like to kiss my mom in law– and now I knew she was incredibly hot! She clung to me and her big breasts crushed against my chest.Our hands were all over each. " You are, Detective. You just don't realize it," I said, my eyes closed,my voice shakily returning to its 'normal' Alexis setting. "We haven'texactly told you the whole truth about the suitcase switch."I pulled the cap off my head, my new long blonde hair falling back downto my shoulders, watching the look of dawning realization come across thedetective's face as he held the camera up, his eyes flicking from it tome."If you go to our hotel room, you'll find a pair of breasts on ourbathroom.