"Maybe," I said, trying to be cooperative. "I'm not sure what thatmeans. I'm certainly not Mr. Macho. But why do you mention it?" Your manicure."I ...ooked at my beautifully done nails, the clear nail polish glisteningin the light, shaped to graceful ovals, and showed no cuticles, butotherwise not particularly feminine. I realized that was a sillycontradiction. I giggled despite myself. Then I thought my toes in OPIPompeii Purple are even worse! "Samantha likes me to look well-groomed," I. I have seen it a hundred times. Lisa walked over to James and put her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her and gave him a long hot wet kiss. She pressed her big tits into his chest hard, to let me know it was her intent to please him. I knew at that moment, I had fucked up royally. I watched her follow him out the door toward his black BMW without even looking back at me or saying good bye. James, however, did turn back and sent a chill down my spine. "I'm going to make Lisa my. We both knew that wehad to put the effort in. He took time off work. I arranged to do mystudies on an extramural basis. We practiced extensively.When I was not practising dance, I was practising being Cherise off thedancefloor. Tilly had drifted away from me, without a formal breakup,but my aunt and sister were there to help. I think that we allunderstood that the best way to adopt a character is by immersion inthat character. That is how I came to spend more and more time livingas. "Sorry, mom. I hope I didn't disturb you."She didn't say anything. She was too busy to calm herself down. Her son's dick was pushing on her pussy, God, what was happening? Was she so strong in her womanliness that even her own son was getting affected? Her body was causing her son to react in a sexual way, irrespective of the rightness or wrongness of the act.His dick was really between her pussy lips. The thin cotton material was not enough to stop it just at the outset. He had actually pushed.