" These words are rarely heard, as we do not call each other very often. After the usual phrases of circumstance, how are you, what are you doing, how...are things; my sister tells me: " I will stop working in January and would love to return to live in Sardinia. Can you accommodate me?"Marisa, my sister is a nurse. She's been gone from Sardinia for over thirty years and, at that time, I forget, was eighteen or nineteen years old. I say - without being able to hide the surprise: "Sure, do come. The laser had been somewhat painful but so much better than shaving.After having my underarms done I had contemplated accepting the advice ofLinda, the woman that did my laser, and having my pubic area cleaned up"A cute little landing strip will feel fantastic Dina," she assured. Sheobviously knew I was a cross dresser, though that description was not asaccurate as it was once. But I still was not sure. Just as I got to thetop of the stairs I heard the furnace kick on. I had forgot Ben. She comes for chats occasionally and on one such day when she read my story she complimented me. I thanked her and we started discussing her affair(she is fucking her apartment watchman who’s also fucking other 2 ladies in the same apartment with the consent of his wife(she is their lesbian partner when the watchman is not there)). At that moment I casually asked her if she is interested in doing group sex along with her watchman or either me.She said she is ready to try it but the place will. That sounds like a great idea..” I cheerfully responded. “Okay baby, show me what you learned then..” I stepped closer to my mom, my boner nearly touching her and reached my hand towards her already soaked pussy. I started with her clit like she had shown me and began to rub small circles around it. “Like this..?” I innocently asked.“Oh yes baby.. Just like that..” She moaned in responseThen I moved my fingers down and began to rub her lips. Her juices stringing from my fingers to her opening..