"Thank you baby," Angela said giving him a deep passionate kiss rightin front of his mother."So are you going to wear the dress?" his mother now asked...picking itback up from the bed.Dexter cringed and then Angela spoke."Wait. There is nothing that says Dexter has to wear a dress to showhis desire to be female. How about if we start him in a pair of jeanstoday and a blouse of some sort," she said looking at him at armslength, "Then maybe a pair of women's flat sandals and paint histoenails red.". It wasn’t very long before Carver had bottomed out inside Annie, naturally, making her respond with a very real climax, of course. He took just a few strokes to go that deep, as long as he was, his hands aggressively yanking her hair and slapping her ass, while grunting and talking incessantly about how he was going to fuck her good and long until he knocked her up and keep breeding her “as long as I can, slut!”“Yeah, make me your dirty little white slut wife whore! Take me and breed me! Think. ”I laughed and went to sit in the chair. I’d hardly gotten myself positioned before she was trying to fold up on my lap. She kicked her shoes off and stuck her feet down between me and the arm of the chair. For a tall girl, she sure could fold up compact. I pulled the blanket up around us and we were pretty warm in a minute.“This feels so nice,” Whitney said. Then she leaned in and kissed me. I pulled away from her.“Hey. You know the rules. Cuddle. No making out.”“You mean you’re going to. I kept going at a slow and steady pace now. I decided to look directly at the crack in the door to see if I was mistaken.It was then that I realized I definitely was not mistaken. She was standing there and I saw that her shirt was untucked. As I looked closer I saw that her hand was rubbing the outside of her skirt. Her other hand was fondling her left breast. I could barely make it out; but once I did it was obvious. My mother had been watching me jack off and found it stimulating enough for.