. . like a transsexual mistress here." And did you believe that?" Kind of." And is that why you came in here tonight?" Kind of." Bobby, you say those ...ords once more and I'll smack you again. Is that the reason you came in?" Yes, Ma'am, I guess it was." You know, Bob, there are a whole bunch of people with gender issues and they all handle it different ways. Some occasionally dress up in clothes of the opposite sex. Some live as the opposite sex. Some change their plumbing to become the. I looked around and everything looked pretty normal. My breakfast sat on the table waiting for me. Dad held the morning paper, opened to the sports page. Mom had been fixing her morning coffee and she sat down with it."What's the matter?" she wondered. "Sit down and eat your breakfast." Yeah," I said, but I didn't see my birthday present and it should have been there.Every birthday since I could remember, my present had been waiting for me as soon as I'd woken up. I wanted to ask about it, but. ” * We decide to take a bath to remove the debris of our sex, soaping each others bodies. I take particular joy in massaging the suds into her pert breasts, paying a lot of attention to her erect nipples, they really are something else, I take my time, holding one holding one between my index finger and thumb and softly darting my tongue over it, flicking it from side to side, and then onto the other. She encourages me “oh that’s so good, please don’t stop.” She returns the favour, nibbling at. With only two buttons left to go, she climbed off my body and took my place, lying on her back propped up against the headboard with a stack of pillows under her. There were only two buttons left, the cardigan now spread out and cupping the sides of her heavily-structured bra. I knew that thing had to have a lot underwire in it to support those massive jugs. She motioned to the spot between her legs as she drew her booted feet up, her pointy heels digging into the mattress as they rose higher..