"I woke up a few minutes ago with this," she teased, squeezing almost hard enough to cause me to cry out, "poking me in the butt." What can I say," I ...aid sleepily. "It knows what it wants." Well, it's not getting in there," she said pointedly, twitching her behind for emphasis. "But there are plenty of other places it can go," she giggled."And it seems you found one," I pointed out."Hey, it was right there," Heather said with mock innocence. "I had to investigate." And thank you so much for. They decided to do that the next day. Their meal arrived and the food was as spectacular as the scenery! The gourmet chefs had outdone themselves, and she asked to speak with them, as she knew them from her days of living here. They were brothers, and one of them came into the dining room from the kitchen, and she spoke with him in German, his mother tongue. They conversed, slipping from English to German and back again. She introduced the two men, and they shook hands. The German chef. Don’t get me wrong she was a good mum but not loving. That’s why started the cross dressing I think I felt closer to her that way.Fortunately my dad was rich and looked after us well so my mum had enough underwear that she didn’t miss the odd item that found it’s way into my room.I started just wearing bras and panties or corselettes and panties and only for short times to begin with. My cock would get really hard and I would wank my self in front of a full length mirror and imagine I was. But before she could do anything Andreas slapped her ass. His tanned hand would surely leave behind a distinct red imprint on her white ass.“Kyaaa!” Reina screamed while jumping up a little, “what do you think you’re doing!?” With her cheeks (both the ones on her face and the ones down there presumably) quickly turning red she panicked and tried to cover her ass with both hands instead of just unhooking the skirt. I’m not sure how much of her ass she could cover with just her hands though.“Oh.