His long thick legs are still encased in the denim jeans he wore but the material’s obviously wet and clinging to every contoured muscle. Thankfully...he’s concentrating on drying his arms with one of the heavy duty towels he keeps in the garage and doesn’t catch my eyeballs popping out of their sockets. Of course, I’d seen him like this before, especially since working with him. But the sight never ceases to dumbfound me. Or tempt me. I’d give just about anything to be able to go over to him and. Then I stroked my hard cock slowly a dozen times before letting my right hand join in the fun. Now that I had two hands slick and shiny I took both hands and slid them from my belly button ( all shaved ) down my crotch, under my balls - all the way back to my love hole. Brought them up – two handed stroke one more time – wiped my palms and back of my hands on my man boobs & then my thighs before reaching down for my jeans – pulling them up – belting and slowly zipping the barn door.All this. Mother and I went shopping for drapes and curtains, a new bed spread and pillow cases. She also bought me a lighted vanity, and as I moved all of my clothes to paint the closet, without asking, Gretchen began to pack them in boxes. I did not stop her. I had a small wardrobe suitable for myself as Catherine, so over the next few days we shopped. Bras, slips, panties, pantyhose, hose, shoes, skirts, blouses, dresses, suits, and so on, were all added. I also got used to dressing without the. Do you have some nice party coming for which you need that dress?”I saw it coming, but I was way too late.“Yes, I must look nice at my mum’s funeral.”That was said in a clear, happy voice of a six-year old girl. Like it was something that could happen every day. I saw how the look on the face of the saleswoman changed from surprised to shocked and without any warning she ran away from us. I got a feeling that this shopping trip wasn’t going to be as easy as I had thought. We got Oona her dress,.