I took my time drying myself off, while the shower area cleared completely and I was on my own. I looked around to make sure no-one could see me and I...took the shorts down from the hook and looked inside the waist-band, to see what size they were. “Small – 30-32 inches” the label said, “Do Not Tumble”. Inwardly I smiled.“My size,” I thought, as I immediately began to picture the kind of young, fit guy who might have worn them; I imagined that I might have enjoyed a “Tumble” with him and I began. She gave it some thought then she undressed.She was different than my mother. Mom was thirty-five years old, tall at about five feet eight inches, and about a hundred and twenty pounds. Mom had nice firm tits, a flat tummy, and a tight ass. Angela’s mother on the other hand was thirty years old, about five feet two inches tall, and overweight by a few pounds. Her tits were bigger and sagged a lot more, her tummy was quite round, and her ass was flabby. Despite all that I couldn’t wait to get my. Arnold got used to having his petite nails filed and then painted. After the nail varnish had dried, the hands would be swapped back. Jackie would also do the same with her makeup. Arnold would take Jackie's face, have it completely made up, foundation, powder, eye shadow, eye liner, lipstick, even false eyelashes, and then they would swap back. Arnold found this quite exciting and if he had male genitals at the time, it would quickly get very hard, uncomfortably hard. Usually sex would. She reached out and touched my face, ‘It’ll be all right, love,’ she said, ‘just relax,’ and she gave me her hands to hold. As it happens I was relaxed, welcoming my fate. I’d crossed the Rubicon now, there was no going back. He was going to take me there, his hot piston breaching my tight back passage. I shivered in anticipation and my anus felt on fire waiting for the breach but it wasn’t to be quick. He was going to savour this moment, make it last both for me and for him. I knew that and I.