Between my wife and my MIL, they know the most about me. With all that being said, I think my MIL likes looking at my dick. My MIL moved to the same c...ty my wife and I relocated to for work. She lived with us for a while. We are both smokers so my MIL and I would sit on the porch, smoke and talk. She told me my wife and her had their girl talk about me. I didn’t really know what that meant and I didn’t ask her further. All of us living together I started noticing my MIL taking glances at my. As he'd laythere tossing trying to go to sleep the covers had slipped off him onlycovering his legs. It was plain to see he was wearing a soft pink lacenitie. His hair still in the high ponytail as before. He lay facing thewall curled into a fetal position hugging his fake breasts.She caught her breath. "My how pretty he is," she thought. "He'll makesuch a pretty girl if he really wants that." she leaned over and kissedhis cheek softly, her hand reaching for the covers."Umm, Mom?" he moaned. "The defendant will take his seat and remain quiet!" the judge had ordered. When Briggs repeated that he wanted to see the pictures, two police officers hurried to the defense table and forced him back down into his seat. For a few seconds he glowered at the judge. Then he watched the jury, studying their faces as the photographs were passed from one to another.The pictures were taken in Briggs' basement apartment, where eleven-year-old Rebecca Gold's nude body had been found tied to a metal. He leaned forward and stroked my soft hair. "Stand up pet," he said roughly. I stood up, now face to face with him. He continued to run his fingers through my long and layered hair. My hair was freshly washed, dried and curled for him. The remains of the day were beginning to tuck behind the city skyline and the last rays visible through the large picture window in the bedroom caught in my blond hair, providing a shimmering effect. He leaned in to bury his nose deep into my glossy tresses. He.