” I continued. “You will love the fact that you are sucking your own father off and will not think twice about doing this.” I finished.Michelle ...ent into the bedroom and began getting dressed to go to her parents house. She put on a shirt that was much too small to show off her massive cleavage and a mini skirt without underwear. She painted her lips blood red and put on lots of make-up to complete the sluttish look she was ordered to maintain. While Michelle finished her make-up, I called her. She knew my sighs and moans. She knew what each of them meant. She worked a spell on me with her tongue. Oh her tongue! She gave me the most explosive orgasms imaginable.Over the next two weeks, we were never apart. We shared the same cabin now. She was my lover, my teacher. I knew who and what I had always been, but would never dare acknowledge.A few days before the end of the cruise, I asked her why she never travelled with her husband. She had a wry smile on her lips, as she told me her. After we had been congratulated bymost of the guests she came over to speak. "You didn't tell me you weregoing to have a sex-change," she said accusingly. "Oh, he hasn'tchanged his gender," replied Julie. "He's still a Sissy." We turned toface each other and our lips touched briefly.When we turned our faces forward again, my mother had gone. "Don'tworry about her," said Julie. "I'm here to look after you now."It had been a wonderful day. We had enjoyed a splendid meal, a fewspeeches and toasts.. Next day I let her sits on the chair and stool behind her while instructing her. Bending forward, I peeked straight down the neck of her blouse and saw the bra that confined those titties. She did not realise this and kept on working while I strained my eyes to catch a glimpse of her boobs. All in vain and I could just ogle at her bra that was a bit wet with her sweat. Her fragrance was mind blowing and I could not control my cock from getting hard which was the obvious effect of her sexy body.