Everything was perfect. She hopped out of the car and smiled into the bouquet of roses that she’d bought at the florist shop. Jean-Claude adored ros...s and he’d be so surprised when he came home later this evening and found her naked in his bed, covered in fragrant petals. She imagined what he’d say in that deep, silky voice, dripping with Gallic charm. She smiled to herself as she recalled the momentous decision she had made just an hour earlier. Today was the day and hopefully tonight, she. "O God Paul come here and let's make love just as I still have this swimsuit on me OK ? I am Sooooo worked up and wet for you baby.... and I just know that the feel of my damp swimsuit makes you extra horny too RIGHT ????" and then she puts her tongue out at me...and smiles. Waaaaaaaa I moved to the edge of the bed and just stood there with my Hard 8' Cock pushing the front of my swim costume right out in front and said..." Imelda you are beautiful and I am in love with you"... then I pushed. It wasstrange. I had never thought of myself as gay, transgender, or anythingof the sort, but somehow, the thought of experiencing sex in this mannerwas gaining a powerful appeal. It might have been the fact that my malesexual experiences had been so limited and awkward; it might have beensuppressed desires I hadn't admitted to myself.Whatever the case, it was two nights later when I came home to findCorey's Mercedes parked in the garage. When I walked through the door, hehad a glass of wine. “You are right Mr. Krishnan. I need to do something for that.“Why don’t you put on a lungi when you bathe me?”“Well that’s a good idea. I could use one of your lungi’s to do it,” mom replied. Mom got out of the bathroom and took one his lungi’s from the cupboard. She got inside the bathroom and removed her saree in front of Mr. Krishnan. I spied them through the small gap in the frame of the door. He stared at her open mouthed. He’d probably expected mom to wear the lungi over her saree to.