Sara could do nothing but smirk at the animal noise her daughter had let loose. Wanting to make her daughter make more cute little noises, Saras tongu... snaked out from between her lips to land on Joys hard nipple. A shock of electricity ran through Joy from her saliva-bathed nub to her newly awakened clitoris. The new-found feeling throbbed between her legs and shook the cells with an animalistic want for more of the electricity her mother had incited. Throbbing sensations doubled in Joys small. ”“Suddenly you aren’t bashful in front of me?”“Context, Lissa,” I replied. “Remember those showers back in August?”“Yes, but I understand that blood flow makes a BIG difference!”“Oh stop!” I chuckled. “You and your obsession! Get your shower. I need to use the little boys’ room.”“I don’t think it’s little!”“You’re changing the context, Lissa,” I warned gently. “Please don’t. Not now.”“Sorry,” she replied.We managed to both shower without flaunting our naked bodies, though I was sure Clarissa. From that time on, the only time I was not dressed up as Vicky was when I went to work or we had a family function. This was at my wife’s insistence. A couple of weeks later my wife said it was time to practice my female skills. “What on earth do you mean?” I replied. I was already very skilled at dressing, putting on makeup, walking and acting female. I had even started to work on my feminine voice. “I expect you dressed up and ready to go Friday night as Vicky,” was her only reply. Friday. .." No problem, I am soo looking forward."She chose my wig, my matching lingerie and she was wearing mine. We admired each other and looked great, she had two more tequila shots and asked me to hold her. My fake boobs were againts hers. We were so horny, we both were wet. She kissed my one more time with more passion, grabbed my butt and went to my manhood ready to burths my panties, again. She grabbed it pulling it out my bikini, she kneed down and with the tip of her tongue touch it.