After 53 years, I was finally fulfilling oneof my most persistent fantasies.I was standing in front of the mirror in my best matching panty and braset... panty hose, half slip, and my new black satin pumps. I had spentthe afternoon denuding my self of all body hair and making sure my skinwas as smooth and soft as possible. I had painted my toe nails andfingernails and tweezed my eyebrows. I had taken extra care with mymakeup to insure I didn't look like a drag queen. I'd had my wig styledearlier. In any case, I sucked, pulling the nipple away from her body, stretching her round breast into a cone. I chewed gently on the turgid nubbin sometimes. I also moved a finger to press and massage her clit. That she loved this was obvious by the noises she made.Harper made noises, too, but I didn’t look at her.I kissed again, moving down over her rib cage to her stomach. I didn’t so much kiss her abdomen as rub my face around in it. Harper probably had no idea about the number of nerves in that. I'm really trying to understand all this and you have to understand thatno matter what you tell me I'm still going to always love you and helpyou however I can."Tiny tears crept out of the corner of Bobbi's eyes as he interrupted hisMother, "Oh Mom it was so bad it was terrible. It was worse than ifSister Sara had made me put on a dress. Everyone thinks I did itmyself. They're calling me a sissy, and girly boy, and all kinds ofnames." Hold on a minute. Let's start at the beginning. Now I. The first time we were to meet last year, you had to work and I had my family with me. The second time your wife was ill. Then just 2 weeks ago there was an airline strike. Here I am 39,000 feet above the earth winging my way to you my love. My night has been long and lonely, Sleep has not come easy to me. I close my eyes and all I see is you, standing there before me, your eyes the color of dark chocolate and hair the color of midnight. Oh how I long to run my fingers through your hair, my.