" She said. Next morning I got a good view of her again, then I made sure she got to see what I brought to the party. I got in the shower but left the...towels on the bed. So I had to walk around the room to find a towel. "My, my, my little man is all grown up and just like his dad." mom commented. So then we drove the whole next day but we stopped early at a hotel. We had a nice dinner and mom drank a few glasses of wine. I mean like four or five. She had a pretty good buzz going. We went to. But I was also determined tomove fast and get the whole thing done quickly. I mean, aside from thetime and money this was costing me, I just wasn't comfortable as awoman; I couldn't get used to the way my hips switched and my breastsjiggled as I walked, and I was also starting to get awfully horny, withmy male organs sealed up inside that false pussy.So I moved fast. Inside of a week, I was living in a small room in KayeDouglas' hotel in upstate New York. My disguise was perfect enough thatI. She went to the bathroom to clean up and take three aspirins to help her headache. She brought a warm wet hand towel back to the room to clean Greg up with. His penis remained soft as she gently cleaned it with the warm towel. She reached down with her head and gently kissed the head of his cock before covering him with the bedspread. She had thought about sucking the little soft member and blowing Greg in his sleep but her head still hurt so instead she climbed under the covers and spooned up. It rang only a couple minutes later.“Hello?”“Is this Albert Collins?”“It is. May I ask who this is?”“This is Mary Ticard. I’m the head of domestic CIA operations. Believe it or not, we do have some justified operations within the U.S. borders.”“Something tells me that’s not why you called.”“No. I called to inform you that Wayne Powell, a former associate of ours, has been disassociated with us. We’ve gotten court orders barring him from contacting any CIA operative or approaching any closer.