Gripping her under shoulders, he lifted her straight onto the countertop. He wished he had a camera, because the look of surprise on her face was pric...less, As was his next move.Grabbing the neck of her nightshirt, he ripped it open down to her waist, the as she lifted her arms to cover her breasts, he tore open the rest of it.Mary gasped as he tore her shirt open, stunned she just covered herself as best she could.“wtf” she exclaimed, trying to gather her torn shirt back together.His hands. This just about made me cum. They both could tell that I was getting very excited. Jen moved off the tub bench next to me and moved in the water behind her mom. I felt Jen's hand brush the base of my cock then her mother's cunt. I felt her hand move away from here pussy. A few seconds later I felt Chris raise up with a moan. I reached around to feel what Jen was doing. Jen had slipped two fingers into her moms asshole. I was only moments before I felt her other hand massaging my balls. I would. But most of his online friends were like him, for reasons many and varied, all they wanted to do, or most often all they could do, was to dress up at home and enjoy what they could of their fetish, alone or in the cold world of cyberspace. A lot of them were married men who kept their crossdressing activities secret or ‘in the closet’ as the colloquial term was known. Yes it was a very exciting but confusing world out there in TG land and up until now Malcolm was content with his lot, he never. Then I recognized the name.“From the firm? ‘Iron Balls’ Johnson?”She giggled again.“The one and (hic)… Only!”Fuck, she had a pretty smile.I’ve heard my daughter tell tales of this one, and none of them were good. She was the ball-buster of the office. Great lawyer, apparently, but very tough on the interns. But never mind about that. I grabbed my wallet from the kitchen and we went outside.My daughter was sprawled out in the backseat of this Prius. The Uber driver stood there with his.