Mum came clomping up the stairs, anxious at the tone of her onlydaughter.She too could not believe what she saw."Michael why are you wearing those pan...ies?" Mummy," he said, not wondering why all of a sudden he had called hismother mummy instead of mum. "I am really a girl."She, as we must now call her, didn't know why she said that, but itseemed just right."I can see that dear, with your long blond hair, girlish body and thosepanties, you can only be a girl." Yes," chipped in his sister, "you. He stared at her in awe and his hands reached forward to cup her large breasts eliciting a soft moan from her lips. His hands made small circles on her breasts and he bent down his tongue tracing the line of her bra. Her hands tightened in his hair, tugging softly until he brought his lips back to hers hungrily. His fingers eased around to her back quickly unclipping her bra and pushing the straps down her shoulders all the while kissing her mouth. He slowly lowered his kisses to her neck. I decided to prime her pump by hoisting her up on a counter and working her clit with my tongue. When she started down the road to orgasm, I stopped and told her she was ready.We split up at the bar, and I took a table with a view. Danielle was sitting pretty, giving her thighs maximum exposure. The seat next to her didn't stay empty long. It was a younger guy with long hair and as they talked, he wasn't subtle about taking the full visual tour. She encouraged it by opening her legs enough to. " She locked the door behind me and flipped the sign to tell the world, "CLOSED"."It's only locked from the outside. You can push the bar and leave at any time." She reassured me. She led me up a couple steps and into an office behind the book check counter."Your situation must be pretty serious. Most women never follow up for what ever reason: they don't understand the message, they don't understand the clue to meet me, they can't find strength enough to try for help, or their sons intercept.