That reminds me of a couple i met many years ago. She was a dominate woman who loved to spank sissies. Her husband was a submissive sissy. I took her ...ut to lunch and we just talked for quite a while in my car and she had me take my pants down so she could see my panties and i had on a garter belt and nylons that day. We agree that i would come to her place in a few weeks for a spanking. I went to her place and walked in and she told me to go into the bedroom and change into my sissy cloths. Of. Her long blonde hair flicked and shook as she danced, wet strands catching on her tanned skin in the baking heat, her large braless tits bouncing and swaying in her tight dress.That short red dress soon got her plenty of attention as I knew it would. A tall, well-muscled black guy danced over to her grinning. She grinned back and moved closer to him, turning her back on me as she did so.My heartbeat picked up pace as they got closer and closer to each other until finally they were touching,. There were people from hospitals, doctors, nurses, social workers and I’m sure some who had been patients. There were others too and I had no idea where they might be from. I tried to talk to as many as I could but it was overwhelming. People loved her. They quietly and thoughtfully told me what Mother had done for them, how she had helped, how she had cared. I alternately swelled up with pride, that she was my mother and I her daughter, and then shrank away, diminished in some way by not. "Hello, Jordan. Fancy meeting you here," said Penelope politely, stopping in front of me. Very believably civil as well."Hello, Penelope. Likewise." This is my friend, Claire St. James. She's in the English department over at Boston College. Claire, this is Jordan Hentgen, my firm's new head of scientific resources. I'll see you in a few minutes, okay?" She turned and walked away briskly."Color me impressed," I said, turning to look at Claire. "You must be a really good friend of Penny's." Why.