.. that's it..." she encouraged. She could tell his inexperience and nervousness. "Nat ... there's only two rules here. One, don't do anything you don...t want to do, and two, if I say stop, do so immediately. Okay?" Oh, Pippa, I never..." Shhh..."He spent some time exploring her chest before abruptly sitting up to remove his t-shirt – Pippa followed suit, smiling in the darkness – then his boxers, releasing his erection. Pippa slipped off her panties, then, and they were skin to skin.She was. .quite good at looking like a girl!" Thanks mom, but you're not just saying that are you? I mean, do I lookokay? Really?" Really! I had no idea that you would look so fantastic!"The sweater formed over my small breasts, softening and rounding themwhile the skirt, at mid thigh on me, revealed just how shapely my legswere. As I stood looking in the mirror I was very proud of myself, sinceI had never managed to look so good, and the only reason possible wasthat I didn't have to hide any more. Mom. "Well, Big Spender, it's just you and me tonight. My son just called and will not be back for a couple of hours. And my husband works until almost daylight."She took the wine bottles and opened the first. "Go sit on the couch, I'll be right in with a glass for you."Smirking did as he was told. He looked up as Susan walked in from the kitchen still wearing her short shorts and bra work clothes.She gave him his glass and went across the room and fell into the lazy boy recliner directly across. "All it takes is one little tapeworm cyst — something that's almost microscopic in size — and the next thing you know you've got a sixteen footer sucking up all your nutrients. Uh uh. That shit ain't gonna happen to me. If I don't eat meat, it never will." You realize, of course," said Matt, "that you live in fucking America, right? This ain't goddamn Zimbabwe or The fucking Gambia. I ain't never heard of an American getting a tapeworm from eating a burger or a steak." And I find that.