But first, we took our showers with Mirra, Leanne, Alexa, Celle and Lilia before we went to bed naked with Granny, Aunt Rita and your Momma. We love d...ing that.”“Taking a shower with Mirra - or sleeping naked?”“Both. We stayed naked the whole time we were there, until we came over here with Naomi, Emmylou and Lougenia. We did wear one of Granny’s robes when we ate at the table, but we didn’t tie ours either, when Granny didn’t.”“You’re just as beautiful as Lisette. I love your name, Shirelle. Do you understand panty boy?” She said.“Yes!”, I cried. “Yes, yes.”“And you want cock too?” She suddenly asked. “I’m not gay, if that is what you are thinking. I just like to dress up in women’s clothes. It’s a very liberating feeling. I still want to make love to you. I still want you, I still love you.” I said. My wife kissed me and we lay down together as she stroked my cock in her panties until it was poking out of the top of the lace. I reached under her business suit and began to finger. She loved to take her time to get ready, because whenever she left her house, she looked like a Ten. From her shoes to the hair, she was a thing of beauty. Grace’s live hadn’t been all that easy, at 20 she moved to the United States from France, but she had made a good life for herself had been in one long term relationship, but had failed to find true love. She thought she had found it, with a nice “American” as she called him, but like two tropical storms, they would blow into a hurricane. He was great, not pushy, was genuinely interested in why I was there which turned me on. Talking about this desire and being so close, he must have sensed my calm, my desire, my lust and my burning curiosity. Our talk ended with him standing up, looking at me an saying, 'come with me'. He said this sternly but softly if that makes sense. I stood right up and followed him into his bedroomOnce in his bedroom he walked to his bed and turned around. He then started to unzip and undo his pants.