“What’s up?”Mom was standing in front of her mirrored dresser, in the process of unzipping her dress. It was a pretty cream-colored dress, a few...inches shorter than knee-length, with a bustle-like peplum skirt. “My zipper’s stuck.”I came up behind her and pulled her fingers from behind her back. She had snagged the fabric in the zipper, and it took me a few minutes to loosen things. I finished by zipping the dress down. I could see the back of her brassiere, and lower, her panties and a garter. Her arm reaching up to me flashed the flesh of a full, right tit at me, and I realized where her daughter got hers from. As I sat down, she held my eyes. See, she was thinking I was a lecher after her daughter. I could see that. Tricia was trying to get me talking, while Janet and I stared at each other. She told me later she was thinking "Geez, this guy doesn't look like a cradle robber."Look, life's like that. You get yourself into these impossible situations. I'd always been pretty good. They all collapsed onto the floor and Roby moved from lady to lady licking their cunts and assholes until they regained their senses.Tina was the first to attack him and she moved in and undid his cutoffs pulling his stiff cock out and quickly sucked his rod into her mouth licking the head and forcing him deep into her throat. Cindy was next and she pulled off his t-shirt kissed him and began to rub her tits into his chest as Roby rubbed her cunt and stuck his tongue into her mouth. Lisa joined. That of course would be my job. It seems once again, I’m a sucker for the hard luck cases. There’s got to be an easier way to meet other crossdressers who want to fuckin get blown and get their ass cheeks split. My way takes way too fucking long! I always wind up getting side tracked and falling for the wrong type! Hir name was Maria That wasn’t just hir bullshit crossdresser name, s/he had it legally changed to Maria. Normally I try to steer clear of the whiners at any transgender get.