We, my son and I, my husband had died several years before, lived in alarge apartment in Chelsea and we had plenty of room. 'That built inwardrobe hel... an enormous quantity of dresses, gowns, lingerie andcorsets', along with shoes from those heady days of luxury and fun.Watching my little boy child turning himself into a very beautiful girlof the fifties. and one that looked very similar to me. was a highlyarousing spectacle to my avidly excited eyes. My own body was tremblingand the secret. Karen was loving it.. She camed a couple of times. Tom’s balls were slapping me in the face. He was about to cum and started to slam harder. I think his black balls were about to give me a couple of black eyes. Just as he was cumming in my wife and was pushing in as deep as he can I reach up and massaged his balls. Tom let out a grunt and said that was one of the best nuts he got off in his 70 years of being on this earth. As he was pulling out I was licking his and Karen’s cum off my wife’s. His eyes seemed to light up and to my horror I realised he'd spotted the reflection of Suzy's naked arse in the bedroom mirror.I glanced back, in the direction of his gaze, and remarked, in a tone as nonchalant as I could muster, something to the effect that I too "was dealing with a slight domestic problem"."That's what they get upstairs when they get out of line" he observed. "My wife is always needing to be kept in line. And the girl was a lot of trouble when she was 11 or 12. So lippy!. She had smiled at him, effectively approving of what he had done.But Helen wasn't quite as comfortable when the plane came in to land, again gripping Frank's hand and holding on fiercely. She even went a little white as the plane hit the runway fairly hard, because, as he found out when he got off the plane, there was a rather strong cross wind that made the landing a little difficult. A frequent occurrence in Hobart, apparently, Frank learned.Once she was on the ground, Helen quickly got her.