"How do you like your coffee, Jack?" Two sugars and very little milk, please."She gave me a mug and picking up her mug wandered to the windows. "That ...iew is fantastic. I could stand here all day and just look at it." She turned to me. "I have always thought that you had got yourself sorted, by that I mean at peace with yourself. Now I know why, living here you can't help but feel at peace." Yes it does that for you." Play some music, Jack. Anything but Rock. Rock would somehow be out of place. I didn’t want anything to happen between us and if we had to have this conversation, I was all for it.“I am sorry Mary, that was a knee jerk reaction. Yes, if you feel we need to talk about this I would love to. Can we do something though? Can you lay out a point or two for me to consider and then we have this conversation tomorrow before bed? I need to get in the right headspace since this is a pretty important topic.” I replied calmly.The tension she had been carrying all night seemed to. She certainly didn't want any of thegirls to hit on her-she was Trans, not Lesbian (like her friend Katieback home). Chad picked her up a few minutes after Erika left withTristan.The evening was glamorous and fantastic-sort of like the proms theyattended in high school. The only difference was that the couples werefrom every part of the gender mix. There were boy-boy, girl-girl, boyand transgirl, girl and transman, and even some crossdressers with datesof whatever gender they were attracted. My cock started leaking precum. The my hands reached the knot in her underskirt and untied it. Removing her underskirt by pulling it upwards and over her neck, I was thrilled by the sight. She wore nothing else underneath. My fat old mad Mother standing naked in front of me, completely at my disposal. The scene simply was electrifying. Her bulging stomach stooped downwards and I looked eagerly between her thighs. My Mother’s cunt was very fat and it was bulging out and a forest of hair covered.