Iwas dreading going back into the lounge, but Mrs Thomson called out"we're ready now for you, Petula" so I could only take those few stepsin my high h...els into the lounge to face the next stage of myhumiliation. It would turn out to be even worse than I'd expected,because not only was there a chair waiting for me with a table full ofmake-up stuff, there were also several wigs of different styles. "Oh,no" I thought - "I'm going to have to change my wig in front of allthose horrible little. Rascal was increasing her moaning and her grinding speed. I was well past a throbbing penis, but my focus was on her. After grinding for a couple of minutes (it could have been shorter or longer but who cares), I could tell when Rascal “inserted” the jet fully in her pussy. Rascal arched her back, raised her head, and “hugged” the pool side and the small ripples from the jet disappeared from the surface behind her. Her motion switched from a grind to a full out fucking to and fro. As. .. and then the worst thing a teenage boy could have happen to him happened. My mom was standing in my doorway looking at my hand rubbing up and down my cock. I was surprised to say the least and my mom didn't say anything for a few seconds (felt like 20 minutes) as she seemed to be trying to take in the sight of me sitting on my bed with my cock in my hand. Mercifully she turned towards the door.She turned a little and said "When you are finished lunch is ready."When I finished? Yeah I was. I'm sure I looked like death warmed over, but I wastoo groggy and grungy to care. After a chocolate croissant and abracing cup of hot coffee at an airport Starbucks, I passed throughsecurity and boarded the 6:00 am flight to Chicago. Thanks to the timedifference I arrived into O'Hare a few minutes after I departed, Chicagotime. How strange it felt to be back in Chicago, almost a year to the daysince I'd dressed as a woman for the first time! What a roller coasterI'd been on, losing my.