Joyce moaned and pushed back against me when I moved forward. It didn’t take long for me to cum, spurting cum deep into her pussy. The hot blasts se... her off, and she groaned loudly as her pussy clenched tightly around me.I stayed embedded in her for a moment, then pulled out, kicked off my pants and walked into the bathroom. I grabbed a washcloth and cleaned up, then put my underwear and pants back on. Joyce went into the bathroom, cleaned herself up, then put her panties and skirt back on,. "She smiled warmly, touched by my reply. "You ready?" she asked, gettingup to answer the door.I nodded and told her I was, even though deep down I really wasn't. Onceagain, I felt like that prisoner on death row walking toward hisrendezvous with the electric chair. My knees nearly buckled as I stood inmy heels and followed Mom to the door. I felt keenly aware of my body andthe artificial padding I wore. I knew I looked, moved, and sounded likean older woman, but how could I really expect Mrs.. Into the world.Erma was in very good shape, I was in very bad shape. My skin was blistered up everywhere I touched her and I had lost about fourteen pounds.I heard Erma chastising Verine the next day, "You almost let him die for me." He would die if you did, so I gave us all a chance to live," Verine answered.I heard them kiss.Whenever Erma nursed our son, she came into the room where I was and lay beside me. It made me feel better to see them that way. Little Nita was weaning so she was a bit. These are all guys - trannies. A dame would be spotted too easily. You're the best we have for this sort of job. I thought you didn't mind. You always looked at ease in drag."Actually, I had found it a bore walking up a down the streets in the 'entertainment district' in very uncomfortable clothes and shoes. The police had very bad taste in women's clothing and there was not a lot of sizes to chose from. Only a gaudy pair of red high heels fit me and I hated wearing underwear that other people.